| The Life of Dr. J.R. Miller |
Chapter 10 |
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“Only yesterday a young man took from his pocket a letter which he had carried for five years and which he has read no doubt hundreds of times. It was written when he was in great perplexity of mind and was on the point of turning into the darkness of doubt and despair. He reached out his hands for help, writing to one he knew he could trust, and laying bare to him his heart’s whole burden. He received a prompt answer which, if it did nothing else, at least brought to him the consciousness of human sympathy and interest. He was not alone. One cared for him. For the time, in the darkness, he could not see Christ, but he could see this human friend who stood close by him in love. This saved him. This friendship was a little lamp which kept on shining when every other light seemed to have gone out.
“The letter which came to him in answer to his heart’s unburdening proved the very word of Christ to him. For months it was all the gospel he could read. Its few, strong, simple confident sentences were like anchor chains to his soul amid the waves. At last all the darkness fled away, the storms were quieted, Christ himself was revealed once more in blessed, glorious light, and holy peace filled his soul.
“But it was the letter that saved him. It was the hand of Christ to him. Is it any wonder that he cherished it as the most sacred of all his treasures? It has been kept so long and read so often that the paper is worn out. But no money would buy it from the young man.”
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