Thankful for Salvation
Chester Shuller tells the following story: A big Chicago cop paused one day and looked suspiciously at the fellow across the street, who stood with bared head, closed eyes and moving lips. His face was turned toward an obscure looking old building. “Either sick or drunk,” Pat, the cop, decided. “Maybe nuts, in the bargain.” Ambling over to the man, Pat touched him on the shoulder. “What’s the matter Mac? Not feeling good or something?” The man opened his eyes. He smiled. “Feeling fine, officer.” Seeing the officer’s puzzled look, he continued: “You see, I was converted in that little, old building when it was a mission. And I never pass here without taking off my hat and saying “Thanks” to God. I met the Lord Jesus in there, Officer. My name is Billy Sunday.” Pat grinned and reached a big hand. “Put ‘er there, Bill!” he said. “I’ve heard about you. Now look, you keep right on with your praying and I‘ll keep the crowd away.” How often do you stop and just say “thank