J T Mawson

Some time ago, in a dream of the night, I thought that with a friend I was visiting some Yorkshire villages, distributing gospel tracts and talking with the people in their cottage homes. At the door of one of these cottages there stood a group of women chatting together in the glorious sunshine of a summer afternoon. We gave a book to each of them, and stayed awhile to speak of God and their souls and eternity. They listened quietly until I quoted to them those splendid words, "FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD, THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, THAT WHOSOEVER BELIEVETH IN HIM SHOULD NOT PERISH, BUT HAVE EVERLASTING LIFE." Then one of them laughed, scornfully and loud, and said, "The old text again." Her companions joined in the laughter, and I awoke with the derisive sounds ringing in mine ears.