Lost and Found

A great many people tell you,
"I will become a Christian when Christ comes and seeks me."

I was talking to a gray-haired
man in my native town not long ago who, when I spoke to him about his
soul, suggested that he would become a Christian when the Lord Jesus Christ
came to him. He was waiting till Christ hunted him personally. And there
is a class like him in every community.

Jesus Is Now
Seeking Every Lost Person

What more would you like Him
to do for you than what He has done already? What would you like God to
do more for us? He sent to us the prophets, and we murdered them. He sent
His Son from Heaven to be a sacrifice for us. He sent us the Holy Ghost,
who is in the world to give us peace and happiness.

Would you like Him to send
His Son again to earth to suffer for your sins? My dear friends, what
more are you waiting for? He has been looking for you and hunting for
you from your cradle. I will tell you how He seeks.

There was never a sermon which
you have listened to but in it the Lord was seeking for you. Some of you
might have been asleep while the preaching was going on, but He was seeking
you while you slept. Have not some of you heard a sermon in which your
conscience was troubled? You went away, but you came back again. The Spirit
of God came upon you again and again, and you were troubled. Haven't you
passed through that experience? That was the Son of God seeking for your

You might have had a tract
presented to you. You might have turned it off. It might have been headed
with our same text. That was the Son of God seeking for your soul. He
has used a four-page tract-sometimes just one page-to seek to convert
a man.

He is seeking through the Bible.
I contend that a man can find in every page of this Book that He is seeking
him through His blessed Word. This is what the Bible is for-to seek out
the lost.

He seeks through His works;
He seeks through these ministers, through this building. What is this
building for? That you may come and lay your sins right in this tabernacle-here
where Christ is seeking for your souls. Do you think the Devil put it
into the heads of those businessmen, in those times of great commercial
depression, to put this building up?

It has not been put up to catch
your money-no collection has been taken. It is not your money we are after:
it is your soul.

Do you believe it was Satan
who put it into the hearts of those ministers to preach the Word night
after night? Was that the Devil's work? No. It is the Son of Man seeking
for your souls. This building, these crowds ought to act as warnings to
every man and woman walking these streets.

Another way He seeks you: In
the silent midnight hour you have been troubled; you could not sleep.
Your mind has been at work. The Son of Man has come into that bedroom.
You have felt Him knocking at the door of your heart, and you knew it
was to save you. Many of you have passed through that experience. In that
hour, the Son of God has sought you.

Many of you, in the sickroom
of the loved mother (or loved wife or dear child), have felt the knock
at your heart. You have been summoned from your room in the stillness
of the night and have been told your loved one has passed away. You recollect
an incident like this in your life. At that moment your heart has told
you, you ought to be a Christian. That was the Son of Man seeking you.

At the grave of some lost one
too you have heard a voice whispering, "Consecrate yourself to Him." That
was the Son of God seeking you. Many must have experienced this. There
has not been a day that He has not sought for you, and He still seeks
for you.

Forget for a moment the preacher,
forget for a moment all your surroundings, and pause to ask yourself,
"Has not the Son of Man sought for my soul?"

I will stress again that He
seeks for you. Has not the Son of Man been abroad in this community?

Go to Farwell Hall and see
the crowds who go there every day; look at the multitudes who nightly
assemble here. They don't all come to hear Mr. Sankey sing nor to hear
me preach, for there are many far better singers and preachers. It is
the Spirit of God who brings them.

Many of you, while in church
listening to the preaching, got mad at something said in the sermon, and
you have gone out. That was the Son of Man seeking your soul.

While in Philadelphia a man
with his wife came to our meetings. When he left the service, he wouldn't
speak to his wife. She thought it was very strange but said nothing and
went to bed thinking that in the morning he would be all right.

At breakfast, however, he would
not speak a word. Well, she thought this strange, but she was sure he
would have gotten over whatever was wrong with him by dinner.

The dinner hour arrived, and
it passed without his saying a word.

At supper not a word escaped
him, and he would not go with her to the meeting. Every day for a whole
week the same thing went on.

But at the end of the week
he could not stand it any longer, and he said to his wife, "Why did you
write Mr. Moody and tell him all about me?"

"I never wrote to Mr. Moody
in my life," said the wife.

"You did," he answered.

"You're mistaken. Why do you
think that?"

"Well, then, I wronged you;
but when I saw Mr. Moody picking me out among all those people and telling
all about me, I was sure you must have written him."

It was the Son of Man seeking
for him, my friends. And I hope there will be one here tonight who will
feel that I am talking personally to him. May you feel that you are lost
and that the Lord is seeking for you. When you feel this, it is an invitation
for you to be saved.

When I was taking my family
south last summer, I heard of a man who would not go to church but would
go to a theater. He was a hard case-a drinking, swearing, gambling man.
He heard that a minister was going to preach in a theater, so he went.
When he heard the preacher, the man was convinced that he was preaching
at him. He went out swearing and stamping. He told all the people outside
that he had been insulted by the minister and intended to wait for him
and give him a good licking.

When the minister came out,
he was seized by the collar. The man greeted him by saying, "Sir, you
have insulted me!"

"I don't know you, sir," said
the minister.

"Why," replied the man, "you
have picked me out among all those people and told them all about me."

It was the Spirit of God seeking
him, and the result was that the Spirit got hold of him. Lately I heard
he was going all through the South telling the people what God had done
for him.

And, my friends, if you believe
that anything I am saying applies to you personally, if you feel in your
heart that you are a great sinner, it is the Son of God after you, seeking
for your lost soul.

The Greatest
Loss-Your Poor Soul!

One word in this text I wish
you to observe-the word "lost." I wish you could realize its meaning.
If it were really understood, there would be no dry eye in this assembly,
and one wail would go up from this hall to Heaven.

You pity men who have lost
wealth; you pity men who suffered loss in the Chicago fire; you pity men
who, once wealthy, are now almost starving. Such things naturally excite
our sympathy. But what is all this loss of wealth to the loss of the soul?

You pity men who once occupied
a great position in the world and who are now reduced to beggary. But
what is the loss of position in comparison to the loss of the soul?

If a man loses wealth, character,
reputation, he may gain it again; but oh, if he loses his soul, he can
never regain it.

You pity those who have lost
their children. You have, perhaps, been called to a funeral where the
father and mother laid away their little child. You pity them; it is a
terrible loss. But what is that loss in comparison to the loss of the
soul? A little child born and taken into the loving bosom of Jesus is
far better off than to have been reared and run the risk of losing his

I was in an infirmary not long
since where a mother brought a little child in. She said, "Doctor, my
little child's eyes have not been opened for several days, and I would
like you to do something for them."

The doctor got some ointment
and put it first on one, then on the other, and pulled them open. "Your
child is blind," said the doctor. "He will never be able to see."

At first the mother couldn't
take it in, but after a little she cast an appealing look upon that physician,
and in a voice full of emotion, said, "Doctor, you don't mean to say that
my child will never see again?"

"Your child has lost his sight,
and he will never see again," replied the doctor.

That mother gave a scream and
drew that child to her bosom. "O my darling child," sobbed the woman,
"are you never to see the mother who gave you birth? never to see the
world again?"

I could not keep back the tears
when I saw the terrible agony of that woman when she realized the misfortune
that had come upon her child.

A terrible calamity, to grope
in total darkness through the world, never to look upon the bright sky,
the green fields; never to see the faces of loved ones; but what was it
in comparison to the loss of a soul? I would rather have my eyes plucked
out of my head and go down to my grave in total blindness than lose my

In my native town one afternoon
a man went out to see to his stock. Seven o'clock came, and he did not
return; eight o'clock came, and there was no sign of him; nine o'clock
came, and still he did not come.

It was a dark night. The news
spread through the streets that the man must have been killed. When the
news was flashed, people did not fold their arms and say they would wait
till daylight to seek for him. The old and the young men saddled their
horses instantly, lighted their torches and went forth into the darkness
to find the lost one.

They found him in the pasture,
dead. They brought him into the little village. I never saw a community
so excited and so grieved.

But what was that-the cutting
from a man's life of say twenty years-to the loss of a soul?

A drunkard may go on through
life in his mad career and go down to the grave, and no one will weep
for him. His life is one long day of misery. None care for him while living,
and none notice his ending.

Christ came to save that soul.
He stooped from the throne of Glory to the manger to bring that lost soul
back again.

Oh, that you could realize
what a lost soul is! He wants you to take the title of lost sinner: 'He
came to seek and to save that which was lost.' And if a man will only
know he is a sinner and cry from the depths of his heart, the Lord will
come right to where he is.

Will You Admit
You Are a Lost Sinner?

Mr. Needham told me this afternoon
of a little incident that happened to him and his wife while in Massachusetts.
While at Essex, in that state, someone told him that if they went up to
a point on a mountain they would get a view of the country for twenty
miles around.

They went up to the rock and
came down. They started for home. They got out of their path, but they
treated this lightly, thought it was a good joke, and went on laughing.
I suppose if anyone had come and warned them of danger, they would not
have heeded the warning. But they went on. Six o'clock came, and at last
darkness settled down upon them. Here they were in the wilderness. They
found they had lost their road altogether.

For some time they groped their
way through the woods, the darkness growing deeper and deeper. They found
themselves more and more bewildered. At last Mr. Needham got to the top
of a tree and shouted, "Lost! Lost!" His cry of distress reached the villagers,
and they came with their lanterns and torches to rescue them.

Oh, that some poor soul will
feel that he has wandered out of the true pathway and will cry, "Lost!
Lost!" The Lord Jesus will hear you and come right down to where you sit.
He is looking for you. And if there is one here who has gotten into the
wilderness, let Jesus hear your cry, and He will find you. He came to
this earth expressly to rescue you.

Is there a poor drunkard here
tonight who wants to come? Christ can save a drunkard just as easily as
I can turn my hand. He can turn that cup of liquor from you as easily
as you turn to it now.

Is there a poor libertine here
tonight who wants to curb his evil passions? Christ can save you. Oh,
may the Son of Man find some poor victim here tonight! There will be joy
in Heaven over that poor wanderer who shall come home!

While in an eastern town at
the time of the loss of the Atlantic on the banks of Newfoundland, a businessman
in the town was reported lost aboard the ship. His store was closed, and
all his friends mourned him as among those who went down on that vessel.
But a telegram was received from him by his partner with the word "Saved."
That partner was filled with joy. The store was opened, and the telegram
was framed. Go into that store today, and you will see that little bit
of paper hanging on the wall with the word "Saved" on it.

Let the good news go over the
wires to Heaven tonight from you-"Saved"-and there will be joy in Heaven.

You can be saved-the Son of
Man wants to save you. He wants to save every soul within these walls-everyone
willing to be saved.

There was among those who came
to our meetings in New York a man who came every night but never seemed
to get any light, never seemed to come any nearer God. I almost got tired
of speaking with him.

But one night when some young
men were giving their experiences, he got up. I wondered why, because
the very last time I spoke to him he seemed more hopeless than ever. He
got up and told how he had become a Christian. He said one day he was
walking down Broadway and the street was crowded with people and carriages
and horses. This thought came to him: If I only gave my consent, the Lord
would save me. He said he gave it at once and he was accepted. (He was
one of the most hopeless cases in the city.)

Give your consent and let the
Lord save you in His own way. Give your consent, and He will meet you.
Just say, "O Lord, I consent to be saved; will You save me?"

There is a very good story
told of Rowland Hill and Lady Ann Erskine. You have seen it, perhaps,
in print.

While he was preaching in a
park in London to a large assemblage, she was passing in her carriage.
She asked her footman when she saw Rowland Hill in the midst of the people:
"Who is that man?"

"That is Rowland Hill, my lady."

She had heard a good deal about
the man and thought she would like to see him, so she directed her coachman
to drive near the platform. When the carriage came near, Rowland Hill
saw the insignia of nobility and asked who that noble lady was. Upon being
told, he said, "Stop, my friends, I have something to sell."

The idea of the preacher's
becoming suddenly an auctioneer made the people wonder; but in the midst
of a dead silence he said:

I have more than a title to
sell; I have more than the crown of Europe to sell-it is the soul of Lady
Ann Erskine. Is there anyone here who bids for it? Yes, I hear a bid.
Satan, Satan, what will you give?

"I will give pleasure, honor,
riches-yea, I will give the whole world for her soul."

Do you hear another bid? Is
there any other one? Do I hear another bid? Ah, I thought so; I hear another
bid. The Lord Jesus Christ, what will You give for this soul?

"I will give peace, joy, comfort
that the world knows not of-yea, I will give eternal life."

Lady Ann Erskine, you have
heard the two bidders for your soul. Which will you accept?

She ordered the door of her
carriage to be opened. Then she came weeping from it and accepted the
Lord Jesus Christ.

He, the great and mighty Saviour,
is a bidder for your soul tonight. He offers you riches and comfort, joy
and peace here and eternal life hereafter, while Satan offers you what
he cannot give.

Poor lost soul, which will
you have? Christ will ransom your soul if you put your burden upon Him.

Twenty-nine years ago I made
up my mind that Jesus would have my soul, and I have never regretted the
step. And no man has ever felt sorry for coming to Him.

When we accept Him, we will
want to be like Him. Your sins may rise up as a mountain, but the Son
of Man can purge you of them and take you right into the palaces of Heaven
if you will only allow Him to save you.

A lady had a little child who
was dying. She went into the room, and the child asked her, "What are
those clouds and mountains that I see so dark?"

"Why, Eddy," said his mother,
"there are no clouds or mountains; you must be mistaken."

"Oh yes, I see great mountains
and dark clouds, and I want you to take me in your arms and carry me over
the mountains."

"Ah," said the mother, "you
must pray to Jesus: He will carry you safely."

The sainted mother, the praying
wife may come to your bedside and wipe the damp sweat from your brow,
but they cannot carry you over the Jordan when the hour comes.

This mother said to her little
boy, "I am afraid unbelief is coming upon you, my child; so let us pray
that the Lord will be with you in your dying moments."

The two prayed. But the boy
turned to her and said, "Don't you hear the angels, Mother, over the mountains,
calling for me, and I cannot go?"

"My dear boy, pray to Jesus,
and He will come; He only can take you."

And the boy closed his eyes
and prayed. When he opened them, a heavenly smile overspread his face
as he said, "Jesus has come to carry me over the mountains!"

Dear sinners, Jesus is ready
and willing to carry you over the mountains of sin and over your mountains
of unbelief. Give yourselves to Him; only grant your consent. It lies
with your own will, and if you accept His offer, from the clouds of your
transgressions you shall be lifted into the Heaven of joy and peace that
the world knows not of.