Zeal for souls – Charles Spurgeon

A TRAVELLER was journeying in the darkness of night along a road that led to a deep and rapid river, which, swollen by sudden rains, was chafing and roaring within its pre- captious banks. The bridge that crossed the stream had been swept away by the torrent, but he knew it not. A man met him, and after enquiring whither he was bound, said of him in an indifferent way — “Are you aware that the bridge is gone?” ” No,” was the answer. Why do you think so?’ ” Oh, I heard such a report this afternoon, and though I am not certain about it, you had perhaps better not proceed.

Deceived by the hesitating; and undecided manner in which the information was Taiven. the Traveller pushed onward in the way of death. Soon another meeting him, cried out in consternation. ” Sir, sir, the bridge is gone 1″ ” Oh! yes,” replied the wayfarer, ” someone told me that story a little distance back; but from the careless tone with which he told it, I am sure it is an idle tale.” ” Oh, it is true, it is true!” exclaimed the other. I know the bridge is gone, for I barely escaped being carried away with it myself. Danger is before you and you must not go on.” And in the excitement of his feelings, he grasped him by the hands, by the arms, by the clothes, and besought him not to rush upon manifest destruction. Convinced by the earnest voice, the earnest eyes, the earnest gestures, the Traveller turned back, and was saved. The intelligence in both cases was the same; but the manner of its conveyance in the one gave it an air of a fable, in the other an air of truth.

So it is only through a burning zeal for the salvation of the lost— a zeal glowing in the heart and flashing out in the look and action and utterance — that the confidence of unbelief can be overcome, and the heedless Travellers of the broad way won to the path of life and happiness. Love is the most potent logic: interest and sympathy are the most subduing eloquence. — Christian Work,