This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ...came when I felt I was too old to pray and to go to church. But my mother died, and beside her dead body I prayed. After that at night I used to pray and think. One day I read my mother's Bible. There I found Jesus, and for thirty-two years I have been preaching Him in Ceylon. Nicodemus came by night, perhaps a bit timid, a bit cowardly. I think the Master met him at once. He'll meet you if you knock ever so timidly and cowardly. One evening a man walked into the verandah of my house with a book under his arm. After looking all about, he said in a whisper, I'm a Christian. At his request I baptized him and he went home. There they drugged him, but today he is giving the Gospel. In John 7 we hear of Nicodemus again. Jesus preached If any man thirst, let him come unto me... The Lord Jesus was in danger. Somebody stood up to speak for Him. Why, it is Nicodemus (I believe he got something that night.) Ashamed of Jesus, can it be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee Do we rejoice to own Him at every opportunity? A man in India suffered the most bitter persecution. More than a year ago he had brought three hundred souls to Christ. He earns five dollars a month, big pay in India. Out of that he gives a tenth to the Lord. I knew a girl of eighteen in India whose brother, a native teacher in one of the schools, had been converted. He gave up his wealth and lived as the poorest. One day he came home to find his sister arrayed for a relative's wedding. The contrast in their appearance was striking. Her brother began to sing in the native language, I'm the child of the King. God used the words, and she went to her room to cry to God. Later, through her testimony, a school gathering was broken up while...