“THIS ONE THING I DO KNOW.”
By Anon
SOME time since a woman delivered a lecture in Lancashire, England, against Christianity, in which she declared that the Gospel narrative of the life of Christ was a myth and a fable. One of the mill hands who listened to her obtained leave to ask a question. “The question,” said he, “I want to ask the lady is this: Thirty years ago I was a curse to this town, and everybody shrank from me that had any respect for himself. I often tried to do better, but could not succeed. The teetotalers got hold of me, but I broke the pledge so often that they said it was no use trying me any longer; then the police got hold of me, and I was taken before the magistrates, and they tried; and next I was sent to prison, and the warders tried what they could do. But tho they all tried, I was nothing better, but rather worse. Now you say that Christ is a myth. But when I tried, and the teetotalers and the police all tried in vain, then Christ took hold of me, touched my heart, and made me a new man. And now I am a member of the church, a class-leader, a superintendent of the Sunday-school; and I ask, If Christ is a myth, how comes it to pass that that myth is stronger than all the others put together?” The lady was silent. “Nay, miss,” said he, “say what you will, the Gospel is the power of God unto salvation.”—Anon