Post by pitbull on Jan 27, 2006 6:23:55 GMT -5
Four Calls To Soul-winning
By Dr. Jack Hyles
"But Peter and John answered and said unto them, Whether it be right in the sight of God to hearken unto you more than unto God, judge ye. For we cannot but speak the things which we have seen and heard.” (Acts 4:19-20)
"And a vision appeared to Paul in the night; There stood a man of Macedonia, and prayed him, saying, Come over into Macedonia, and help us." (Acts 16:9)
"Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us," (Hebrews 12:1)
"Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father's house: For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment.” (Luke 16:27-28)
Thirty-eight years ago last August 30th, a nervous, frightened 33-year-old Texas boy became pastor of a downtown First Baptist Church of Hammond, Indiana. There is no way for me to describe how formal it was. No piano was allowed to be played on Sunday morning. No congregational songleader was allowed to stand up and wave his hands and no gospel songs were allowed on Sunday morning. You could sing "Jesus Saves" or "Rescue The Perishing" on Sunday night, but not on Sunday morning. The former pastor preached in striped pants and a scissor-tail coat. I do not know of an Episcopalian church any more formal than First Baptist Church was.
When the pulpit a committee interviewed me, they asked what I thought about the Sunday morning service. I said, "I think it stinks.” They said, "What kind of a Sunday morning service would you have if you became our pastor?" I said, "It would be more like a Billy Sunday Revival Campaign."
The wealthiest man in Hammond was on the board of trustees. Several months after I became pastor, he came to me. "Reverend, I want to talk to you. We like you fine. We think you're a good guy. But the truth is, we have a problem with your preaching. Ever since you've been here, the pressure's been on. Every Sunday morning and Sunday night, and Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday it's soulwinning. The pressure's on all the time. Before you came, we use to have a revival meeting every 6 months or so and bring a fellow in to have an evangelistic crusade. But since you've been here it's been that way all the time. Every Sunday is just like one of those revival meetings."
He said, "Look at me, I'm a nervous wreck. I shake when I come to church anymore. You've ruined our worship service.” (If I could, I'd ruin every formal worship service in America next Sunday morning.) "I'm not the only person who's nervous -- this church is full of nervous people. It's soulwinning on Sunday. It's soulwinning on Monday. It's soulwinning on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Then we start all over again on Sunday. Last Sunday morning we sang 52 stanzas of 'Just As I Am'. No wonder we're nervous! Something's got to change!” I said, "Come back on Sunday night and I'll give you my answer."
That Sunday night I preached the message I am preaching to you tonight. I'm telling you exactly what I told my people 38 years ago. I said, 'Ladies and gentlemen, a man came to me last week and told me that you're nervous. He said that you were concerned because we're having soulwinning on Sunday, and soulwinning on Monday, and soulwinning on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday,
Friday, and Saturday. I'd like to tell you tonight why it's that way, and why it's going to be that way as long as I am the pastor of this church, whether that is one more week or 50 more years."
A CALL FROM WITHIN
In the first place, there's a call from within. There is something inside of me that says I have to go soulwinning. "I cannot but speak the things I have seen and heard.” I have no choice. It's burning inside of me - a call from within that compels me to stress soulwinning in everything that we do.
This call from within came to me many years ago. When I was a boy, I was the most timid boy in the church. When I was 17 years old, I weighed 92 pounds. I now weigh...I finally got your attention, didn't I? I now weigh MORE than 92 pounds! (Once my doctor put me on a diet, and I gained 15 pounds on 1,000 calories a day. I wonder if it could be that 7,000 calories at night that caused the problem?)
On my 17th birthday I weighed 92 pounds and I was the most timid fellow in the church. They called me little Jackie-boy Hyles. I failed public speaking in high school. I could not make the ball team. I was too little to get a date. I didn't get to be in the senior play. I was an introvert. Most of the people in my church had never heard me say a single word.
One Sunday after the morning service, one of the deacons, Jesse Cobb, said, "Hey, Jackie-boy. Would you like to go soulwinning with me this afternoon?" I said, "Uh, J-J-Jesse, y-y-you know I c-c-couldn't go soulwinning.” He said, "Jack, you won't have to say anything, I just need a partner to give me some moral support. My partner is on vacation, and I just need someone to go with me. You won't have to say a word."
The first door we knocked on was the home of a high school football player named Kenneth Florence. Jesse Cobb was 5'4" tall, and I was shorter yet. He must have weighed 120, and I weighed 92 pounds. The two of us put together might have weighed as much as Kenneth did.
When Kenneth came to the door, Jesse looked up and said, "Kenneth Florence, my name is Jesse Cobb and this is Jack Hyles.” Jesse said, "Kenneth, Jack here wants to say a few words to you.” No, Jack didn't either! Kenneth looked at me and said, "Yes, what is it, Jack?” I said, "Uh ... Uh...
Ahem... K-K-Kenneth, would you l-l-like to come to ch-ch-church tonight?” I do not remember what happened. Jesse told me later that Kenneth said, "Yes, I would," and I said, "You would?” Jesse told me that I said, "I'll come by and get you tonight at 7 o'clock.” And Kenneth said, "That will be fine."
That night at 7 o'clock I borrowed Jesse Cobb's car and went over to get Kenneth Florence. For the first time in my life, knew I had to win a soul. I had never won a soul in my life. The sweat was rolling down my face, and I was trembling. When the invitation began, I put my arm across Kenneth's big broad shoulders and said, "K-K-Kenneth, w-w-would you like to get s-s-saved?” And he said, "Yes, I would.” I said, " I don't know how to tell you, but follow me.” We walked down the aisle, and my pastor met us at the end of the aisle. I said, "B-B-Brother Sizemore, this is K-K-Kenneth Florence. He wants to get saved."
I had done my part, so I started back to my seat. Brother Sizemore said, "Hold it, Jack!” I turned around. He said, "Kenneth, Jack wants to kneel here and show you how to get saved.” No I didn't! He was a bigger liar than Jesse Cobb! I knelt at the front row. I said, "Kenneth, I don't know what to tell you. I've never done this before. But I want to see you saved.” I began to weep. Kenneth said, "Jack, I know how to be saved. I've heard it many times. Every Sunday afternoon for months, somebody from the church has come by. But you're the first one that I ever thought really cared. I know how to do it.” I said, "Well... do it!"
Kenneth bowed his head and said something like the old prayer you've heard thousands of times, "Oh God, be merciful to me, a sinner. I now receive Jesus as my Saviour and trust Him to take me to Heaven when I die.” And while Kenneth Florence was getting saved, the fireworks of Heaven turned loose in my soul! I mean the sparklers sparkled, and the firecrackers banged, and the Roman candles soared through the sky. I jumped up and said, "Brother Sizemore, would it be okay with you if I just did this all the time from now on?"
We started a revival that night. In the next 7 days, little introverted Jackie-boy Hyles that nobody took seriously brought 37 people down the aisle professing faith in Jesus Christ. God set something ablaze in my soul, and that something is still burning tonight. When you tell me not to build a soulwinning church, you may as well tell a bird not to fly or a fish not to swim. It's a call from within.
"Why can't you be like other preachers?' he wanted to know. “ Why can't you be normal like everyone else? Why the constant pressure about soulwinning?"
Not one time in the Bible does it say, "The Son of man is come to exegete the scriptures.” Not one time does it say, "The Son of man is come to lead the deeper life program.” My Bible says the reason that Jesus left Heaven, and the fellowship with the Father, and the glory and majesty that were rightfully His for 33 homesick years - the reason why He lived with no place to lay His head while foxes had holes and birds had nests – the reason He was rejected by His own city, hated by His own race, expelled from His own synagogue - the reason that He went to Calvary was TO SEEK AND TO SAVE THAT WHICH WAS LOST.
Why do we work day and night to build soulwinning churches getting the message of the Gospel to America? I'll tell you why. Because of the burning call from within.
A CALL FROM WITHOUT
"Preacher, we're nervous. Why does it have to be soulwinning all the time?" I told my people that night, "Not only is there a call from within, but there is a call from without.” Come over and help us.” There's more to it than personal preference. There's a world going to hell! There's a call from without. I believe that men without God are lost. I believe that when those lost men die in their sins, they go to hell. I believe that men who go to hell burn forever and ever. If that be true, would you tell me what else counts in this world?
That call from without began many years ago. I was called to pastor a little country church. I could win souls to Christ, but I could not preach them down the aisle. For more than a year, nobody walked the aisle professing faith is Christ. I begged and pleaded for God's power. I didn't know what the answer was.
But on May 13, 1950 I knelt on the grave of my alcoholic father who died, and as far as I know, went to hell, and I said, "Dear God, I'm not getting off my face until something happens to me."
The next Sunday night I went back to my little church to preach. A lad came to receive Christ as Saviour. And then there came another ...and another. I'd never seen anybody walk the aisle under my preaching before. When they came in we voted them in on the spot. Up north today, you have to have credit references and blood tests and everything else to get in a lot of Baptist churches.
I'd say, "So and so is coming, professing his faith in Christ. What is your pleasure?” I had a deacon that sat over here every Sunday right next to a window, and he would spit out that window and say, "I make a motion that he be received for baptism, and after baptism into the full fellowship of the church.” I had a man over here next to that wall who would say, "I second the move.” The same two men said it all the time. I said, "All in favor, say aye.” They all did. Then we 'extended the right hand of fellowship'. We sang, "Shall We Gather At The River' and everyone went around row by row to shake hands with the new converts. Then I dismissed the service.
That night 3 people got saved, and boy I was happy. Back in east Texas where I pastored, there weren't many cars. Most everybody came by tractor or horseback or wagon, and one Model A Ford. Everyone was getting on their wagons and tractors to go home, and I was praising the Lord. I was having a spell. I wish some of you folks would get religion again. You've gotten too used to it.
I was having an old-fashioned spell - clapping my hands and praising God when all of a sudden --- WHAM! A big old 235 pound fellow hit me from the rear. I turned around and there was O. C. Pruett, a trainman, with tears in his eyes. He said, "Reverend, my daughter Barbara is leaning up against the wall back there crying her eyes out. I think she wants to get saved.” I went back and said, "Barbara, do you want to get saved?” She said, "Of course, I do! Nobody wants to go to hell.” I won Barbara to Jesus.
I went out on the front porch of the church and said, "Hey, come on back in.” Folks left their wagons and tractors and came back in. I said, "Folks, Barbara Pruett just got saved. What's your pleasure?’ The same man said, "I make a motion that she be received for baptism, and after baptism into the full fellowship to the church.” Over here he said, 'I second the move.' Everybody in favor, say aye.” “ Aye.” We sang "Shall We Gather At The River" and came around row by row to shake her hand. Glory to God, hallelujah! I dismissed the service again at about 10 o'clock.
I was having another spell when the same guy hit me from behind. WHAM! He said, "Reverend, my married daughter Dorothy is there on the back row. Look at her crying her eyes out. Would you go talk to her?” I went back and said, "Dorothy, do you want to be saved?” She said, "My sister's going to heaven and I'm going to hell. Don't you think I want to go to Heaven with her?” I told her how to be saved and she got saved. I went out on the front porch and said, "Hey, come on back in."
When they came in, I said, "Folks, Dorothy Hall just got saved. What's your pleasure? This man over here spit out the window and said, "I make a motion that she be received for baptism and after baptism be received into the full fellowship of the church.” This one said, "I second the move.” I said, "All in favor, say aye.” "Aye.” We opened our songbooks to "Shall We Gather At The River" and came row by row again to shake Dorothy's hand.
I dismissed the service for the third time about 10:30 and went out on the front porch and continued my spell. I know you won't believe this, but it really happened. WHAM! It was the same man. "Reverend, her husband Sam is over there and he just threw down his cigarette. Do you reckon that means anything?"
I went down and said, "Sam, I understand you just threw down your cigarette?” He said, "Reverend, you preached about hell tonight. I looked at the fire on that cigarette, and it dawned on me --- that's where I'm going when I die.” I said, "Do you want to get saved?” He said, 'Sure I want to get saved. My wife's going to Heaven and I want to go to Heaven with her.” On the front porch of that little country church I won Sam to Jesus Christ and said, "Hey, come on back in. Sam Hall just trusted Christ as his Saviour.” We went through the same thing again.
By Dr. Jack Hyles
"But Peter and John answered and said unto them, Whether it be right in the sight of God to hearken unto you more than unto God, judge ye. For we cannot but speak the things which we have seen and heard.” (Acts 4:19-20)
"And a vision appeared to Paul in the night; There stood a man of Macedonia, and prayed him, saying, Come over into Macedonia, and help us." (Acts 16:9)
"Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us," (Hebrews 12:1)
"Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father's house: For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment.” (Luke 16:27-28)
Thirty-eight years ago last August 30th, a nervous, frightened 33-year-old Texas boy became pastor of a downtown First Baptist Church of Hammond, Indiana. There is no way for me to describe how formal it was. No piano was allowed to be played on Sunday morning. No congregational songleader was allowed to stand up and wave his hands and no gospel songs were allowed on Sunday morning. You could sing "Jesus Saves" or "Rescue The Perishing" on Sunday night, but not on Sunday morning. The former pastor preached in striped pants and a scissor-tail coat. I do not know of an Episcopalian church any more formal than First Baptist Church was.
When the pulpit a committee interviewed me, they asked what I thought about the Sunday morning service. I said, "I think it stinks.” They said, "What kind of a Sunday morning service would you have if you became our pastor?" I said, "It would be more like a Billy Sunday Revival Campaign."
The wealthiest man in Hammond was on the board of trustees. Several months after I became pastor, he came to me. "Reverend, I want to talk to you. We like you fine. We think you're a good guy. But the truth is, we have a problem with your preaching. Ever since you've been here, the pressure's been on. Every Sunday morning and Sunday night, and Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday it's soulwinning. The pressure's on all the time. Before you came, we use to have a revival meeting every 6 months or so and bring a fellow in to have an evangelistic crusade. But since you've been here it's been that way all the time. Every Sunday is just like one of those revival meetings."
He said, "Look at me, I'm a nervous wreck. I shake when I come to church anymore. You've ruined our worship service.” (If I could, I'd ruin every formal worship service in America next Sunday morning.) "I'm not the only person who's nervous -- this church is full of nervous people. It's soulwinning on Sunday. It's soulwinning on Monday. It's soulwinning on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Then we start all over again on Sunday. Last Sunday morning we sang 52 stanzas of 'Just As I Am'. No wonder we're nervous! Something's got to change!” I said, "Come back on Sunday night and I'll give you my answer."
That Sunday night I preached the message I am preaching to you tonight. I'm telling you exactly what I told my people 38 years ago. I said, 'Ladies and gentlemen, a man came to me last week and told me that you're nervous. He said that you were concerned because we're having soulwinning on Sunday, and soulwinning on Monday, and soulwinning on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday,
Friday, and Saturday. I'd like to tell you tonight why it's that way, and why it's going to be that way as long as I am the pastor of this church, whether that is one more week or 50 more years."
A CALL FROM WITHIN
In the first place, there's a call from within. There is something inside of me that says I have to go soulwinning. "I cannot but speak the things I have seen and heard.” I have no choice. It's burning inside of me - a call from within that compels me to stress soulwinning in everything that we do.
This call from within came to me many years ago. When I was a boy, I was the most timid boy in the church. When I was 17 years old, I weighed 92 pounds. I now weigh...I finally got your attention, didn't I? I now weigh MORE than 92 pounds! (Once my doctor put me on a diet, and I gained 15 pounds on 1,000 calories a day. I wonder if it could be that 7,000 calories at night that caused the problem?)
On my 17th birthday I weighed 92 pounds and I was the most timid fellow in the church. They called me little Jackie-boy Hyles. I failed public speaking in high school. I could not make the ball team. I was too little to get a date. I didn't get to be in the senior play. I was an introvert. Most of the people in my church had never heard me say a single word.
One Sunday after the morning service, one of the deacons, Jesse Cobb, said, "Hey, Jackie-boy. Would you like to go soulwinning with me this afternoon?" I said, "Uh, J-J-Jesse, y-y-you know I c-c-couldn't go soulwinning.” He said, "Jack, you won't have to say anything, I just need a partner to give me some moral support. My partner is on vacation, and I just need someone to go with me. You won't have to say a word."
The first door we knocked on was the home of a high school football player named Kenneth Florence. Jesse Cobb was 5'4" tall, and I was shorter yet. He must have weighed 120, and I weighed 92 pounds. The two of us put together might have weighed as much as Kenneth did.
When Kenneth came to the door, Jesse looked up and said, "Kenneth Florence, my name is Jesse Cobb and this is Jack Hyles.” Jesse said, "Kenneth, Jack here wants to say a few words to you.” No, Jack didn't either! Kenneth looked at me and said, "Yes, what is it, Jack?” I said, "Uh ... Uh...
Ahem... K-K-Kenneth, would you l-l-like to come to ch-ch-church tonight?” I do not remember what happened. Jesse told me later that Kenneth said, "Yes, I would," and I said, "You would?” Jesse told me that I said, "I'll come by and get you tonight at 7 o'clock.” And Kenneth said, "That will be fine."
That night at 7 o'clock I borrowed Jesse Cobb's car and went over to get Kenneth Florence. For the first time in my life, knew I had to win a soul. I had never won a soul in my life. The sweat was rolling down my face, and I was trembling. When the invitation began, I put my arm across Kenneth's big broad shoulders and said, "K-K-Kenneth, w-w-would you like to get s-s-saved?” And he said, "Yes, I would.” I said, " I don't know how to tell you, but follow me.” We walked down the aisle, and my pastor met us at the end of the aisle. I said, "B-B-Brother Sizemore, this is K-K-Kenneth Florence. He wants to get saved."
I had done my part, so I started back to my seat. Brother Sizemore said, "Hold it, Jack!” I turned around. He said, "Kenneth, Jack wants to kneel here and show you how to get saved.” No I didn't! He was a bigger liar than Jesse Cobb! I knelt at the front row. I said, "Kenneth, I don't know what to tell you. I've never done this before. But I want to see you saved.” I began to weep. Kenneth said, "Jack, I know how to be saved. I've heard it many times. Every Sunday afternoon for months, somebody from the church has come by. But you're the first one that I ever thought really cared. I know how to do it.” I said, "Well... do it!"
Kenneth bowed his head and said something like the old prayer you've heard thousands of times, "Oh God, be merciful to me, a sinner. I now receive Jesus as my Saviour and trust Him to take me to Heaven when I die.” And while Kenneth Florence was getting saved, the fireworks of Heaven turned loose in my soul! I mean the sparklers sparkled, and the firecrackers banged, and the Roman candles soared through the sky. I jumped up and said, "Brother Sizemore, would it be okay with you if I just did this all the time from now on?"
We started a revival that night. In the next 7 days, little introverted Jackie-boy Hyles that nobody took seriously brought 37 people down the aisle professing faith in Jesus Christ. God set something ablaze in my soul, and that something is still burning tonight. When you tell me not to build a soulwinning church, you may as well tell a bird not to fly or a fish not to swim. It's a call from within.
"Why can't you be like other preachers?' he wanted to know. “ Why can't you be normal like everyone else? Why the constant pressure about soulwinning?"
Not one time in the Bible does it say, "The Son of man is come to exegete the scriptures.” Not one time does it say, "The Son of man is come to lead the deeper life program.” My Bible says the reason that Jesus left Heaven, and the fellowship with the Father, and the glory and majesty that were rightfully His for 33 homesick years - the reason why He lived with no place to lay His head while foxes had holes and birds had nests – the reason He was rejected by His own city, hated by His own race, expelled from His own synagogue - the reason that He went to Calvary was TO SEEK AND TO SAVE THAT WHICH WAS LOST.
Why do we work day and night to build soulwinning churches getting the message of the Gospel to America? I'll tell you why. Because of the burning call from within.
A CALL FROM WITHOUT
"Preacher, we're nervous. Why does it have to be soulwinning all the time?" I told my people that night, "Not only is there a call from within, but there is a call from without.” Come over and help us.” There's more to it than personal preference. There's a world going to hell! There's a call from without. I believe that men without God are lost. I believe that when those lost men die in their sins, they go to hell. I believe that men who go to hell burn forever and ever. If that be true, would you tell me what else counts in this world?
That call from without began many years ago. I was called to pastor a little country church. I could win souls to Christ, but I could not preach them down the aisle. For more than a year, nobody walked the aisle professing faith is Christ. I begged and pleaded for God's power. I didn't know what the answer was.
But on May 13, 1950 I knelt on the grave of my alcoholic father who died, and as far as I know, went to hell, and I said, "Dear God, I'm not getting off my face until something happens to me."
The next Sunday night I went back to my little church to preach. A lad came to receive Christ as Saviour. And then there came another ...and another. I'd never seen anybody walk the aisle under my preaching before. When they came in we voted them in on the spot. Up north today, you have to have credit references and blood tests and everything else to get in a lot of Baptist churches.
I'd say, "So and so is coming, professing his faith in Christ. What is your pleasure?” I had a deacon that sat over here every Sunday right next to a window, and he would spit out that window and say, "I make a motion that he be received for baptism, and after baptism into the full fellowship of the church.” I had a man over here next to that wall who would say, "I second the move.” The same two men said it all the time. I said, "All in favor, say aye.” They all did. Then we 'extended the right hand of fellowship'. We sang, "Shall We Gather At The River' and everyone went around row by row to shake hands with the new converts. Then I dismissed the service.
That night 3 people got saved, and boy I was happy. Back in east Texas where I pastored, there weren't many cars. Most everybody came by tractor or horseback or wagon, and one Model A Ford. Everyone was getting on their wagons and tractors to go home, and I was praising the Lord. I was having a spell. I wish some of you folks would get religion again. You've gotten too used to it.
I was having an old-fashioned spell - clapping my hands and praising God when all of a sudden --- WHAM! A big old 235 pound fellow hit me from the rear. I turned around and there was O. C. Pruett, a trainman, with tears in his eyes. He said, "Reverend, my daughter Barbara is leaning up against the wall back there crying her eyes out. I think she wants to get saved.” I went back and said, "Barbara, do you want to get saved?” She said, "Of course, I do! Nobody wants to go to hell.” I won Barbara to Jesus.
I went out on the front porch of the church and said, "Hey, come on back in.” Folks left their wagons and tractors and came back in. I said, "Folks, Barbara Pruett just got saved. What's your pleasure?’ The same man said, "I make a motion that she be received for baptism, and after baptism into the full fellowship to the church.” Over here he said, 'I second the move.' Everybody in favor, say aye.” “ Aye.” We sang "Shall We Gather At The River" and came around row by row to shake her hand. Glory to God, hallelujah! I dismissed the service again at about 10 o'clock.
I was having another spell when the same guy hit me from behind. WHAM! He said, "Reverend, my married daughter Dorothy is there on the back row. Look at her crying her eyes out. Would you go talk to her?” I went back and said, "Dorothy, do you want to be saved?” She said, "My sister's going to heaven and I'm going to hell. Don't you think I want to go to Heaven with her?” I told her how to be saved and she got saved. I went out on the front porch and said, "Hey, come on back in."
When they came in, I said, "Folks, Dorothy Hall just got saved. What's your pleasure? This man over here spit out the window and said, "I make a motion that she be received for baptism and after baptism be received into the full fellowship of the church.” This one said, "I second the move.” I said, "All in favor, say aye.” "Aye.” We opened our songbooks to "Shall We Gather At The River" and came row by row again to shake Dorothy's hand.
I dismissed the service for the third time about 10:30 and went out on the front porch and continued my spell. I know you won't believe this, but it really happened. WHAM! It was the same man. "Reverend, her husband Sam is over there and he just threw down his cigarette. Do you reckon that means anything?"
I went down and said, "Sam, I understand you just threw down your cigarette?” He said, "Reverend, you preached about hell tonight. I looked at the fire on that cigarette, and it dawned on me --- that's where I'm going when I die.” I said, "Do you want to get saved?” He said, 'Sure I want to get saved. My wife's going to Heaven and I want to go to Heaven with her.” On the front porch of that little country church I won Sam to Jesus Christ and said, "Hey, come on back in. Sam Hall just trusted Christ as his Saviour.” We went through the same thing again.