04/21/2022
“Christ receiveth sinners!”
One September night some years ago there was a revival meeting in a waterfront suburb of Houston, Texas. They were singing the closing hymn when a ragged, tattered, drunken wretch staggered down the aisle. The congregation was startled and did not know what to do, but the old white-haired preacher knew what to do. He knelt there beside him, put his arm around him and prayed while the song leader led in the closing prayer. They found him a place to sleep, gave him some clean clothing, lots of hot coffee and a New Testament and put him to bed. The next morning, he told his story clear eyed and alert. He said “I’ve been gone from my wife and two little girls for two weeks now. Last night I went down to the dock to take my life. I had come to the end of my rope. But something said to me, “Not yet, wait a while.” Then he continued, “I went back up town, desperate, heartsick and defeated and wandered about. I came and stood outside the church. There in the midst of all that despair and lostness, through my drunken, foggy mind I heard the preacher say, “Christ receiveth sinners!” And I thought, “Why, that means me! And I went into the church and met Him! Praise the Lord, He saved me, a sinner!”