I met a man in New York who was an earnest worker, and I asked him to tell me his experience. He said he had been a drunkard for over twenty years. His parents had forsaken him, and his wife had cast him off and married some one else. He went into a lawyer’s office in Poughkeepsie, mad with drink.
This lawyer proved a good Samaritan, and reasoned with him, and told him he could be saved. The man scouted the idea. He said: “I must be pretty low when my father and mother, my wife and kindred, have cast me off, and there is no hope for me here or hereafter.” But this good Samaritan showed him how it was possible to secure salvation, got him on his feet, got him on his beast, like the good Samaritan of old, and guided his face toward Zion.
And this man said to me: “I have not drank a glass of liquor since.” He is now leader of a young men’s meeting in New York. I asked him to come last Saturday night to Northfield, my native town, where there are a good many drunkards, thinking he might encourage them to seek salvation. He came and brought a young man with him. They held a meeting, and it seemed as if the power of God rested upon that meeting when these two men went on telling what God had done for them–how He had destroyed the works of the devil in their hearts, and brought peace and unalloyed happiness to their souls. These grog shops here are the works of the devil–they are ruining men’s souls every hour. Let us fight against them, and let our prayers go up in our battles. It may seem a very difficult thing for us, but it is a very easy thing for God to convert rumsellers.