By Reuben Archer Torrey
How D. L. Moody Became a World-Wide Evangelist
Mr. Moody once told me this story long after the incident occurred. He went over to London in 1872, when his church lay in ashes, and while his new church in Chicago was building, not in order to preach, but to listen to others who, he thought, could preach better than he. One Sunday he was prevailed upon to preach. He got up that Sunday morning, and tried to preach. "I never had such a hard time preaching in my life. Everything was perfectly dead. I said to myself as I tried to preach, 'What a fool I was to consent to preach. I came here to listen, and here I am preaching.' As I drew towards the end of my sermon, I felt a sense of relief that I would be through in a few minutes. Then," he said, "the awful thought came to me, 'You have got to do it again to-night.' I tried to get out of my night meeting, but I could not. I had promised to preach that night and I must keep my word.
"I went back to preach that night. The building was packed with people. There was a new atmosphere. The powers of an unseen world seemed to have fallen upon the audience. As I drew towards the close, I became emboldened to give out an invitation; so when I finished my sermon, I said, ' If there is a man or woman here who will to-night accept Jesus Christ, please stand up.' About five hundred people arose to their feet. I thought there must be some mistake, and I asked the people to be seated. Then I repeated the invitation in a stronger form and they all arose again. Again I asked them to be seated, still thinking there must be some mistake. 'Now,' I said, 'if there are any of you who really mean to accept Christ to-night, please pass into the vestry and your pastor and I will meet you there.' They commenced to stream in through the two doors. I said, 'Mr. L., who are these people?' He said, 'Don't know.' 'Are they your people, Mr. L.?' 'Some of them.' 'Are they Christians?' 'Not so far as I know.'
"We went into the vestry and I stood up and gave out a stronger invitation, and I asked all that really meant to accept Christ then and there to stand up. They all arose, about five hundred of them. I asked them to be seated again. I still thought there must be some mistake, so I said, ' I am going to leave London to-morrow for Dublin, but your pastor will be here to-morrow night. If you really mean it come back and meet him.' I went to Dublin. No sooner had I got there than I received a telegram from Mr. L. It was Tuesday morning and he said, 'There was a bigger crowd out Monday night than Sunday. A great revival has broken out in my church. You must come back and help me.'"
Mr. Moody hurried back to London. There was a revival there that added hundreds of souls to the churches of North London. That was before he came here in 1873 for his great work -- his introduction to England.
When he had finished the story I said to him, "Mr. Moody, somebody must have been praying."
"Oh," he said, "didn't I tell you that? That is the point of the story. There was a woman in the congregation that morning who had an invalid sister. She went home and said to her, 'Who do you think preached for us this morning?' and her sister guessed all the preachers who were in the habit of exchanging with Mr. L., and she said, 'No, Mr. Moody from Chicago.' When she said that, the invalid turned pale. She said, 'What, Mr. Moody from Chicago? I read about him some time ago in an America paper, and I have been praying God to send him to London and to our church. If I had known he was going to preach this morning, I would have eaten no breakfast. I would have spent the whole time in prayer. Now, sister, go out of the room, lock the door, send me no dinner; no matter who comes, don't let them see me. I am going to spend the whole afternoon and evening in prayer.'" And while Mr. Moody stood in the pulpit where all was coldness and death in the morning, that bedridden saint was holding him up in prayer before God. And God, who delights to answer prayer, poured out His Spirit. While the multitude saw Mr. Moody, God was looking at that bedridden saint.
Of Course There's a Hell
Another reason why I believe that there is "a wrath to come," is that my common sense says so.
Look here, here is a man who grows rich by over-reaching his neighbours, grows rich by robbing the widow and the orphan. He does it by legal means. Oh, yes, he is too cunning to come within reach of the law. But he grows rich by making other people poor. He increases in wealth and is honoured and respected. When he goes down the streets in his magnificent equipage, the gentleman on the streets turns and says to his son: "There goes Mr. So-and-so, a man of rare business ability, a man who is now one of our leading men of capital. I hope, my boy, when you grow up you will be as successful as he." He lives in honour, dies in honour, dies respected by everybody -- almost. And the victims of his rapacity, the victims of his oppression, the victims of his dishonesty lie yonder, bleaching in the potter's field, where they have gone prematurely because of his robbery. Do you mean to tell me that there will not be a day when these men who have lived on wealth wrung from the poor widow and orphan will not have to go before a righteous God whose eyes are not blinded by a few thousands or by millions given in philanthropy or to the Church and answer for the infamy of their conduct and receive what they never received in this world, the meet reward of their dishonesty? Of course there is a judgment day; of course there is a hell. If there is not, then there ought to be.
Look here, here is a man who goes through life, never giving God one thought from one year's end to another. He leaves God out of his business, leaves God out of his social life, leaves God out of his study, leaves God out of his pleasures. God's holy day, the Sabbath, he makes a day of selfish pleasure. God's holy Book, the Bible, he never opens, or even scorns. God's holy Son, Jesus, he tramples under foot. And thus the man lives, and thus he dies, going through the world ignoring the God that made him, and gave His Son to die upon the Cross to save him. Do you mean to tell me that there will not be a day when that man will have to go up before a righteous God and answer these questions: "What did you do with My holy day, the Sabbath? What did you do with My holy Word, the Bible? What did you do with My holy Son, Jesus?" Of course there is a hell, if there is not there ought to be. And you and I need a hiding-place from it, every one of us, for every one of us has sinned and come short of the glory of God.
"I Have Heard the Biggest Joke"
On our first visit to Liverpool, a well known business man (manager of eighty-nine butcher shops) was asked by his wife to accompany her to the meeting in Philharmonic Hall a certain evening. He consented to go but with no intention of keeping his promise. He was far more interested in prize-fights than he was in evangelistic meetings. He was known all over the city as a patron of prize-fights and had been a referee in many of them. When the evening to accompany his wife to the mission came, he found there was a great prize-fight on. He tried to see if there wasn't some way out of taking his wife to the hall, and slipping away to go in to the fight. He tried being gruff to her, but this made no difference, she held him to his promise. Finally he said, "If I promised you to go, of course, I'll take you."
When they got to the hall, they found the main floor reserved for men and the women were asked to go to the gallery. "Now," thought he, "my chance for escape has come," so he said to his wife, "You go into the gallery, and I'll slip in down here," but she knew him too well to be fooled that way, and insisted that he go into the gallery with her. He went but very much against his will. In spite of himself, he was soon interested.
The next night he slipped out of the house without saying a word to his wife and made his way to the Philharmonic Hall alone. The singing was in full swing when he reached the hall. Soon after getting his seat, he heard the men singing very softly,
"See! from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?"
He was completely overcome. He saw Jesus Christ on the cross for him, and forgetting the crowd and everything about him, he fell on his knees and sobbed. All through the evening the vision of Christ on the cross for him was before his eyes. He heard little of the sermon. He was occupied with but one thing, his Saviour dying for him.
When the invitation was given out, he was the first to come to the front and profess his acceptance of Christ. He went home and told his wife that he had accepted Christ. To his surprise, she was not surprised. She said, "I knew you would do it, Ted. I have been praying for you for years, and recently we have been holding prayer-meetings for your conversion, and I knew that God would answer my prayer."
He became an active worker at once. Was constantly testifying in private and public to the saving power of Christ. Wherever he could find a mission going on, he would go and give his testimony. He was much in demand among the missions and churches to go and tell the story.
A former comrade met him one day on the street and said, "Ted, I have heard the biggest joke. I heard you were converted."
He replied, "Didn't they tell you the rest of it? The rest of it is the best part of the joke."
"No, what is the rest?"
"The rest of it is, it's true," and immediately he preached unto him Jesus.
About fifteen months afterwards we went to Liverpool for the second mission, and this man was one of the best workers we had. He was constantly in attendance and constantly working to bring others to Christ. He bought a wagonette to bring people to the hall, and when they would try to excuse themselves from going, he would say, "If I drive around for you, will you go?" In this way he was able to bring many of his friends and neighbours to Christ.
One night I called on him for a testimony. He responded gladly and told in a thrilling way what the Lord Jesus had done for him. The man who was over him in the employ of the great firm he represented happened to be in the building and heard this testimony. After the meeting he came to him and said, "It is all very well your being a Christian, but if you are going around making a fool of yourself in this way, you will lose your position."
For a moment he was nonplussed and then replied, "I must be true to the Lord Jesus no matter what it costs, even if it costs me my position." It did not cost him his position. On calm reflection his superior thought better of his foolish threat.
"The Fire is in the Fifth Story, I'm in the Sixth"
Years ago in Minneapolis, the leading paper was the Minneapolis Tribune, published in a magnificent six or seven-story building, the finest newspaper building at that time in the Northwest. I had occasion every week to go into the upper stories of that building to see editorial friends. But there was one great defect in that great building which I had never noticed. The defect was this, that the stairway went right round the elevator shaft, so that if a fire broke out in the elevator shaft escape would be cut off by the stairway as well as by the elevator. That very thing happened. A fire broke out in the elevator shaft, and it commenced to sweep up the shaft, story by story, cutting off escape by the elevator and cutting off escape by the stairway as well. But they had a brave elevator boy, who went up through the smoke a number of times until he got a large number of men down from the upper stories, and almost all the rest escaped by the lire-escape outside the building or by the stair.
But away up in the sixth story there was a man, a despatcher for the Associated Press. He was urged to escape, but he refused to move. There he sat by his instrument, telegraphing to all parts of the country that the building was on fire. He could have gone out of the building by the fire-escape, and across the road to an instrument there, and could have done just as well; but, like a typical newspaper man, he wanted to do something sensational, and so there he sat telegraphing the news. Besides a short time before at the time of the Johnstown flood, when the dam of the river was breaking, a woman sat in a telegraph office below the dam telegraphing down the Conemaugh River to the people at Johnstown that the dam was breaking and that they had better flee for their lives. But she had remained at her post till the dam broke and swept her away into eternity and her bravery and self-sacrifice had been heralded over the world and he wished to match her brave deed. But she had done it to save life. This man sat there quite unnecessarily, merely because of his desire for notoriety.
"I am in the Tribune building," he telegraphed, "in the sixth story, and the building is on fire. The fire has now reached the second story; I am in the sixth." In a little while he sent another message: "The fire has now reached the third story; I am in the sixth." Soon he telegraphed: "The fire has reached the fourth story ; I am in the sixth." Soon again the message came over the wire: "The fire has reached the fifth story; I am in the sixth."
Then he thought it was time to leave; but, in order to do this, he had to cross the hallway to another room and a window to reach the fire-escape. He went to his door and opened it, and, to his dismay, found that the fire was not in the fifth story but the sixth and that the hallway was full of smoke and flame, which, the moment he opened the door, swept into the room. He shut the door quickly. What was he to do?
The stairway, the elevator, and the fire-escape were all cut off; but he was a brave man, and would not give up easily. He went to the window and threw it up. Down below to one side stood a great crowd, six stories down. They could not reach him with a ladder. They could not get under him to spread a net to catch him, if he jumped. There he stood on the window-sill, not knowing what to do.
But presently he looked up. Above his head was a long wire guy-rope that passed from the Tribune building to the roof of another building across a wide opening. Below him was a chasm six stories deep, but brave man that he was, he caught hold of the guy-rope, and began to go hand-over-hand across that chasm. The people down in the street looked on in breathless suspense. On and on he went, and then he stopped. The people below could hardly breathe. Would he let go? No. On and on he went, and again he stopped, and again the crowd below gasped. "Will he let go?" He took one hand off the wire and hung high in air by one hand. "Will he let go with the other hand? Is his strength all gone? Or will he replace the other hand further forward?" The suspense is awful, but only for a moment. The fingers of the other hand loosen and down he comes through the air tumbling, tumbling, tumbling through those six stories of space, crushed into a shapeless mass below. All through mere unnecessary neglect!
Men and women, you are in a burning building to-night, you are in a doomed world; but thank God, there is a way of escape, but only one, Christ Jesus. That way is open to-night, but no one knows how long that way will be left open. I beg of you, do not neglect it, and then when it is too late lay hold on some poor guy-rope of human philosophy, and go a little way, and then let go, and plunge, not six stories down, but on and on and on through the awful unfathomable depths of the gulf of eternal despair. Men and women, turn to Christ to-night! "How shall we escape if we neglect so great salvation?"
Love Conquered
We have in America a devoted Christian woman of culture, refinement, and position, with a heart full of love to the most outcast and abandoned. She has devoted much of her life and strength to getting matrons appointed in jails and lockups for the reception and charge of female prisoners. In one city they said to her, "Mrs. Barney, no woman can manage the class of women with whom we have to do."
Mrs. Barney replied, "You never had a prisoner that I could not manage."
"We would like to have you try your hand on 'Old Sal!'" was the laughing reply.
"I would like to," replied the gentle lady. "Well, the next time we have her under arrest, we will send for you."
Not long after, early one morning, Mrs. Barney received word that "Old Sal" was under arrest, and she hurried down to the lockup. She asked to be shown to "Old Sal's" cell. The sergeant at the desk protested that it was not safe. "Look there," he said to Mrs. Barney, pointing to four policemen with torn clothes and faces, " there is a specimen of 'Old Sal's' handiwork. It took those four men to arrest her and she left them in that shape."
"Never mind," said Mrs. Barney, "show me to her cell."
"Well, if you must go an officer must go with you."
"No, I will go alone. Just let the turnkey open the door, and I will go to her cell alone."
Before going down, Mrs. Barney asked the sergeant at the desk for "Old Sal's" right name. "Why," he said, "we always call her 'Old Sal."
"Yes," said Mrs. Barney, "but I wish her right name. What is her right name?"
"It is a long time since we first booked her, and we always book her now as 'Old Sal.'"
"Look up her right name," said Mrs. Barney.
The sergeant went way back through the books and found "Old Sal's" proper name. The turnkey opened the door and pointed to her cell down the corridor. When Mrs. Barney reached the door, she saw a wild creature with gray, dishevelled hair, torn garments, and glaring eyes, crouching in the corner of the cell, waiting to spring upon the first policeman that should enter. "Good-morning, Mrs. ----- ," said Mrs. Barney, calling her by her true name.
"Where did you get that name?" said the poor creature.
Without answering her question, Mrs. Barney said, "Sarah, do you remember the first time that you were committed here?"
"My God, don't I?" she cried. "I spent the whole night crying on the floor of my cell."
"Suppose," said Mrs. Barney, "there had been some kind Christian woman here to receive you that night and to have treated you gently do you think your life would have been any different?"
"Altogether different," she replied.
"Well," said Mrs. Barney, "I am trying to get them to appoint a woman in this lockup to receive young girls when they are brought here for the first time, as you were when you were brought here that first night. Will you help me?"
"I will do all that I can," she said. All the time Mrs. Barney had been drawing nearer, and was now kneeling by her side upon the cell floor, gathering up her torn and grizzled hair, fastening it up with pins taken out of her own hair, pulling together the torn shreds of her garments, and fastening them with pins taken from her own garments.
The work was now done, and Mrs. Barney rising to her feet said, "Sarah, we are going into the court-room. If you will be good, they will appoint a woman in this lockup. Shall I go in on your arm, or will you go in on mine?"
The strong woman looked at Mrs. Barney, and said, "I think I am stronger than you. You had better go in on my arm." And into court they went, the gentle lady leaning on the arm of the hardened old criminal. "Old Sal" restrained herself through the whole trial, and answered the judge's questions pleasantly.
She did forget herself once and swear at the judge, but immediately begged his pardon. Everybody was amazed at the transformation. A woman was appointed as matron of the jail, but best of all Sallie got her feet upon the Rock of Ages, and to-day, "Old Sal" is in the glory. Love had conquered. It always will.
God Silences a Scoffer
On the 31st day of May, 1904, four young men were playing cards two blocks from the Chicago Avenue Church. They were sober, industrious men above the average intelligence, but not Christians. At the conclusion of their game of cards, they got to discussing religion and one of them, a shipping clerk with a leather firm on Illinois Street, said, "I don't believe there is a God. I believe something like Ingersoll. I don't believe there is a God, and I won't believe there is a God until He proves it to me, but if He proves it to me by striking me deaf and dumb, I will believe it."
There was silence for a moment or two. Then he threw up his hands, staggered and fell to the floor unconscious. At first his companions thought it was a joke. Then they became frightened and ran to him and tried to pick him up, and found him unconscious. One ran for a doctor and another ran down-stairs for the landlady and told her that Julian had fainted. The doctor soon came. He thought at first that the young man was shamming but soon became convinced that he was actually deaf and dumb. He was unable to account for the condition of things. The young man was not of a nervous disposition, was strong physically, and right in his mind. When he came to himself he tried to talk, his lips moved but no sound came from them. Then they handed him a pencil and paper. The first thing he wrote on the paper was, "I want my Bible." The next thing he wrote was, " I want my mother."
The next morning two ladies came to my assistant, Rev. W. S. Jacoby (I was out of the country at the time) and asked him to go over to see the young man. Mr. Jacoby went over about eleven o'clock. Julian sat at the table calm, quiet, well dressed, showing to all appearances that he was above the average. He shook hands with Mr. Jacoby and the people wrote on a piece of paper that Mr. Jacoby was a minister. Mr. Jacoby sat down at the table beside him and prayed God that He might guide him in what he should say. After this prayer he wrote on a piece of paper, "God loves you."
Julian wrote back, "I know it."
Then Mr. Jacoby wrote, "What did you do?"
He wrote, "I did what I should not have done."
"Why did you do it?"
"I did not believe there was a God. I believed what I said. Now I am satisfied there is a God, and I am wanted in His service."
"Why do you believe there is a God?"
"Because I said I would not believe there was a God unless He struck me dumb. A look from His countenance struck me dumb; a look from His eye was as a flash of lightning." (He had written on the paper to his companions, he had seen the flash and asked them, "Did you see the flash?" They had not seen it. It was for him alone.)
Mr. Jacoby wrote, "Did you see anything as you fell to the floor?"
"Yes."
"Are you sorry, and why?"
"I am, because I feel I did very wrong."
"Do you believe that there is a God?"
"I do."
"Do you believe that God hears prayer?"
"I do."
Again Mr. Jacoby wrote, "God loves you."
He wrote, "I believe He does, for I have heard a whisper calling me to His work for many years, but I turned a deaf ear to it."
Mr. Jacoby then related to him part of his own experience, and how God had revealed Himself to him. How the voice of the Spirit had said to him once in a time of sickness, "Down on your knees," and how he had resisted that Spirit but how God had not left him but again by His Holy Spirit called him and he had come.
Again Mr. Jacoby wrote, "God loves you, and He is filling my heart with sympathy for you. He would not do this unless He was going to save you."
The young man wrote as an answer, "I feel that way about it but I feel I shall remain this way (deaf and dumb) until I have prepared to go and work for Him. My life is His to use as He sees fit. I shall go home and apply all my time in learning of Him and when I am fit to do His work, I shall be all right."
Mr. Jacoby wrote, "I believe the first thing is to know Jesus Christ as a Saviour." He then showed him John 6:37, "Him that cometh to Me, I will in no wise cast out." He read it and nodded his head.
Mr. Jacoby then turned him to Isaiah 1:18, "Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord; though your sins be as scarlet they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." He took his pencil and marked this passage in the Bible. He was then shown John 5:24, "Verily, verily I say unto you, he that heareth My word, and believeth on Him that sent Me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation, but is passed from death unto life." Pointing his finger at the word "hath," Mr. Jacoby wrote, "The work is done, not will be or shall be, but 'Hath' is in the present tense and means that we have eternal life." Again he nodded his head.
Then he wrote, "I believe now there is a God. I also believe that Jesus Christ died to save all sinners. I feel that I am accepted because I believe Him and trust Him, but there is work for me to do."
He was then shown Isaiah 53:6, and after that he was pointed to Acts 13:38, 39 ("Be it known unto you therefore, men and brethren, that through this Man is preached unto you the forgiveness of sins: and by Him all that believe are justified from all things," Mr. Jacoby pointed his finger at the "all" in order that he might see that God would forgive him for all he had done.
Then he turned to Ps. 103:12, "As far as the east is from the west, so far hath He removed our transgression from us."
He then showed him John 1:12, "But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name."
Pointing to the word "Sons," Mr. Jacoby wrote, "A child has a right to call God Father."
He then showed him other passages that would enable him to remember that God would keep him from every temptation and keep him from all sin: 1 Cor. 10:13 ; Jude 24 ; 2 Tim. 1:12; 1 Peter 1:5.
He read all these very eagerly as he was shown them.
Mr. Jacoby then asked him, "Do you know you are saved ? You write that you feel you are saved. Do you believe God has forgiven you ? Are you saved?"
"I am."
"What makes you think so?"
"Because I am contented."
"How long have you thought so?"
"Since I have believed in Him."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because I know He will save if I trust Him, and I do trust Him."
"How long is that?"
"Since you have shown me His many promises."
He was then asked to read Rom. 10:13, "Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
"Do you believe you are saved?"
He wrote, "I believe I am saved." He then drew his pencil through the word "believe," and wrote the word "know" over it.
He made a confession of the Lord Jesus Christ before his friends in the next room. By standing up in the doorway Mr. Jacoby would speak the words so they could hear and then write them so he could read them, and he answered each question with a nod.
"You believe there is a God?"
He nodded, yes.
"Do you receive Jesus as the Son of God, your Saviour?"
"Yes."
"You believe He saves you?"
"Yes."
"You thus publicly confess Jesus Christ as your Saviour?"
"Yes," he wrote, " I am perfectly satisfied."
The physician who attended him made this statement regarding the case afterwards, "It would not be remarkable if he had been merely stricken speechless under certain conditions of hysteria, but in such an event there would have been physical conditions that he did not have. He seemed to be in full possession of his faculties, his ideas were coherent, and his general health was good." The medical man could find no physical conditions or symptoms which would lead to the sudden loss of speech. It was evidently an act of God. An act of mercy more than an act of judgment.
His speech was restored to him the following July. His first words were, "The Lord be praised," and after this his lips continued to move and he was repeating the words of the twenty-third Psalm.
He is now preparing for the ministry of the Gospel.
"Is Not God's Word as Good as Mine?"
Preaching one night in Minneapolis in my own church on the text "Quench not the Spirit," the power of God came in a wonderful way upon the audience. When I stepped down from the pulpit, I found in one of the front pews four persons kneeling in great distress of soul, two brothers and two young ladies whom they had brought with them to the meeting. These brothers came from an utterly godless family and were regarded as hard young men, but the Spirit of God had taken hold of them that night in mighty power. Three other workers spoke to three of the four who were kneeling in prayer and brought them out into the light, and I undertook to talk to the older of the men. He was in great agony of soul and listened attentively as I pointed him to the passages of the Word of God that showed how Jesus Christ had borne all his sin in His own body on the Cross, and how if he would believe in Christ, he would have pardon at once. He claimed to accept Christ but he found no peace, and left the building in great distress.
He was present again the next night, and again I talked with him. He claimed to have accepted Christ, but did not believe that his sins were pardoned. I took him to John 3:36, "He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life," and had him read it over and over again. I said to him, "Hector, who does God here say hath everlasting life?"
He said, "He that believeth on the Son."
I said, "Do you believe on the Son?"
He said, "I do."
I said, "What does God say?"
"He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life."
"What have you?"
"Oh, Mr. Torrey," he cried, "won't you pray for me?"
I said, "Yes, I will pray for you," and again I went over it, "He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life." I said, "Who has everlasting life?"
"He that believeth on the Son."
"How many that believe on the Son have everlasting life?"
"Every one."
"Have you believed on the Son?"
"I have."
"What does God say about those who believe on the Son?"
"They have everlasting life."
"Are you sure that they that believe on the Son have everlasting life?"
"I am."
"What makes you so sure?"
"God says so."
"What does God say?"
"He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life."
"Do you believe on the Son?"
"I do."
"What does God say you have?"
"Oh!" he cried, "Mr. Torrey, will you pray for me?"
I went over it and over it again but he could not seem to grasp it. At last he arose and started slowly down the aisle to leave the building. Before he started, he said, "Mr. Torrey, will you pray for me?"
I said, " I will."
I let him get part way down the aisle and then I called after him, "Hector, do you believe that I will pray for you?"
"Why, I know you will," he replied.
"How do you know that I will?"
"Because you said so."
"Is not God's Word as good as mine?" I asked.
The truth flashed in upon his soul in a moment. He saw that while he had been ready to believe me, he had not been ready to believe God. He took God at His Word and knew he had everlasting life because God said so, and went home rejoicing in perfect assurance that he had everlasting life and that his sins were all forgiven.
