Some years ago a clergyman in Ireland took for his text one Sabbath morning, "Search the Scriptures." In the course of his sermon, he quoted a passage from John Wesley, to the effect that the Bible "sometimes had dust enough on its cover to let you write 'damnation' on it." One of his hearers was struck by the remark, and on her return home repeated it. She was overheard by her brother, who had causelessly absented himself from church that day. The thought fixed itself in his heart like an arrow. He returned to his room, and took down his Bible. Looking at its dusty cover, and scarcely knowing what he did he wrote the appalling word of the preacher. He looked at, read it again, and bursting into tears, flung himself on his knees, and confessing his past sins, sought grace that he might prize it more in the future. The Bible became his companion, and to his dying hour he bore witness to its sustaining power, and rejoiced in the God it reveals. See what came from a seemingly random word spoken eighty years before.