I thought the sun was blotted out of my sky - that I had so sinned against God that there was no hope for me. I prayed - the Lord knoweth how I prayed&md;but I never had a glimpse of an answer that I knew of. I searched the Word of God; the promises were more alarming that the threatenings. I read the privileges of the people of God, but with the fullest persuasion that they were not for me. The secret of my distress was this: I did not know the gospel. I was in a Christian land; I had Christian parents; but I did not understand the freeness and simplicity of the Gospel.
I knew it was said, "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved," but I did not know what it was to believe in Christ.
I sometimes think I might have been in darkness and despair now had it not been for the goodness of God in sending a snowstorm one Sunday morning, when I was going to a place of worship. When I could go no further I found a little chapel with fifteen people. The minister did not come that morning because of the snow. A poor man, a shoemaker went into the pulpit to preach.
His text was, "Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth." There was, I thought a glimpse of hope for me in his text. He began thus: "My dear friends, this is a very simple text indeed. It says, &ls;Look.' Now that does not take a deal of effort. It isn't lifting your foot or your finger; it is just &ls;look.' Well, a man need not go to college to learn to look. Anyone can look; a child can look. But this is what the text says. Then it says, &ls;Look unto me.' Many of you are looking to yourselves. No use looking there. You'll never find comfort in yourself.
Then the good man followed up his text in this way: "Look unto Me; I am sweating great drops of blood. Look unto Me; I am hanging on the Cross. Look! I am dead and buried. Look unto Me; I rise again. Look unto Me; I ascend; I am sitting at the Father's right hand. Oh, look to me! Look to Me!"
Then He turned his attention to me. He said, "Young man, you look very miserable. And you will always be miserable - in life and in death in you do not obey my text. But if you obey, now, this moment, you will be saved."
Then he shouted, "Young man, look to Jesus Christ; look NOW!" He made me start in my seat; but I did look to Jesus Christ.
There and then the cloud rolled away, and that moment I saw the sun. I could have risen that moment and sung with the most enthusiastic of them of the precious blood of Christ, and the simple faith which looks alone to Him. Oh, that somebody had told me that before - trust Christ, and you shall be saved!