Souls, Priceless Souls!

by | Mar 9, 2010 | Spirit-Led Living

God forever fixed the value of a human soul when He “so
loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever
believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John
3:16, KJV). Souls are priceless. They are of more value than all the
treasure of earth and sky.

The church where the gospel is preached without an
evangelistic appeal, that is, a call for men and women to accept the
Lord Jesus Christ as their personal Savior and declare themselves on
the Lord’s side, is a failure. I realize that the public decision for
Christ is a rare teaching in the world today, but in our meetings,
everything is subservient to the decision to follow in the footsteps of
Christ.

Frequently, we are asked why we do not embrace the more
prevalent custom of having people go to a rear room, sign cards and
shake hands with the minister, instead of having a public altar call.
We are asked to explain why we insist on asking people to stand, come
down those long aisles and kneel before the world at the altar rail.

The reason this public stand is advocated is because
Christ took a public stand for us. He did not go off into some private
bedroom and die by Himself, where no one could see Him. 

Instead, Christ took the cross upon His bleeding
shoulders, carried it through the gate and mounted Calvary’s rugged
hill. There, hanging high before the eyes of all men, He took His stand. 

Would we not take a public stand for Him? And wouldn’t we
be proud through all eternity that we rose from our seats and walked
forward before the assembled multitudes, bowed our knees before the
Lamb of God and confessed Him before them all?

The Moment of Courage
Often, I think our professed modesty in not wanting to
make a public display of our religion is in reality akin to cowardice
and moral weakness.

Many souls miss salvation simply because they lack the
one moment of courage to make the break. The decision is made in their
hearts, but they cannot bring themselves to the physical confession of
it. Here is the “No man’s land” of the evangelistic battle—the mental
barbed-wire entanglement to which the convert has come but which he has
not the courage to cross.

Yet the Lord has said, “Whosoever therefore shall confess
me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in
heaven” (Matt. 10:32).

When a public altar call is given, seldom is there an
erect head or an open eye in the building. The presence of Him who
said, “I, if I be lifted up, will draw all men unto me” (John 12:32)
permeates the entire place. 

Often during my big tent meetings, hundreds have stood
and surged forward with faces that shone as though they were sweeping
toward the gates of heaven. I have seen them rise simultaneously all
over the large auditoriums in Denver, Chicago and New York City, from
the main floor to balconies, until it looked as though the entire
congregation was moving to the altar. 

Is There One More?
Always we will ask, “Is there another—just one more?”
This call usually brings at least a dozen. But the last one to come,
the most reluctant and fearful, means more to me than the hundreds
already on their knees—because it was the very last one.

Sometimes there is no time for this appeal because
something unexpected happens and, from out of nowhere, something turns
the usual order of the service upside down. At such a time, there is
just one thing to do—quickly step aside and let the Lord have the
unobstructed right-of-way.  

Just such an occasion as this remains very vividly in my
mind and in the minds of the Angelus Temple congregation. It was during
a Sunday night service, and the Temple was packed. 

Two weeks before, special services were held for the
sailors of the Pacific Fleet, and the Temple had been packed then, too.
Hundreds of regular attendees gave up their seats that night to make
room for the men. 

The main floor of the vast auditorium was a veritable sea
of blue uniforms. When the altar call was given, the altars and the
platform overflowed. 

On this second Sunday night, many of the boys returned. The Temple was packed with its usual Sunday night crowd. 

Hundreds were standing along the sides of the main floor. Still hundreds more were on the streets, unable to gain admission.

Everything went along as usual until the announcements
were made. Among the notices was the news of the dreadful disaster that
took place on one of the Navy tugboats in the San Diego Harbor the week
before.

The accident occurred when a careless or thoughtless boy
tossed a lighted match too near a gasoline tank. Several members of the
crew were killed in the catastrophe.

I said to the crowd: “Who knows, but that some of those
brave boys were here last Sunday night? And, who knows, perhaps in
God’s divine mercy, some of them were saved?”

Just then a sailor who was sitting on the steps leading
to the platform arose and made his way toward me. When he reached the
pulpit, he asked permission to deliver a message for his buddy who had
met death in the explosion.

The young sailor was not accustomed to speaking in
public, and the thousands of eyes fixed on him must have embarrassed
him mightily. Still, he had a duty to perform and a promise to fulfill. 

He was twisting his white sailor cap, until it became a
wilted piece of cloth, and in a trembling voice he said: “Friends, you
all remember what happened in this Temple a week ago last Sunday night.
You all know how Sister McPherson wore a little white sailor’s cap in
honor of us boys, and how she preached the illustrated sermon with the
ships, the lighthouse and the rock with the cross up here on the
platform. 

“You know how hundreds of us boys listened to her and how
some of us cried when she had finished, how we came down these aisles
and how we knelt here at the rail. You remember all that.”

He paused for a moment, looking down at his own fingers,
still twirling his little cap. And then he went on, seemingly gaining
confidence as he spoke:

“My buddy was in that explosion Mrs. McPherson just
referred to. I was there, and I know that one of those boys killed in
that explosion was saved. 

“I know he was saved, because he died with his head in my arms. He was here that Sunday night. 

“He said he hadn’t been to church for years. But when
Sister McPherson invited the whole fleet to her service, he came. He
told me that his mother was a Christian and always prayed for him, but
that she had been called home to glory before she had seen her boy
saved. 

“He spoke of the sermon Sister McPherson had
preached … as she pictured us all adrift on the sea of life without
compass or guide, and he answered the altar call and took Jesus Christ
on board the ship of his life. … That was two weeks ago. 

“After that tank exploded, when we carried him into the
[sickbay], he looked up into my face—though he was in mortal agony,
burned so badly that the flesh was dropping from his bones—and he said
to me: ‘You go to Angelus Temple and tell Sister for me that now I know
I will be there, sure. And I’ll meet my mother.’”

A Holy Interruption
As he continued with the details of that awful tragedy
and told of those few precious moments of life when the other boy,
stricken unto death, lay in his arms, the sailor on the platform
wept.But these were not tears of weakness; they were tears of strength
that coursed down his cheeks.

“Those were the last words he ever spoke,” he said simply as he finished. “Go back and tell Sister I’ll be there.”

He turned to me, with the tears still streaming down his
face, and his hands half outstretched, as much as to say: “And now I’ve
told you!” 

He had. And he told the audience, too. 

It is doubtful that there was a dry eye in the Temple or
a throat without a catch in it. Without knowing it, the sailor stirred
every heart in that huge assembly. 

As I looked around the building, unable for the moment to
control my own voice, it was evident that his simple recounting of that
incident from real life moved the people more than a sermon could do.
Anything that might be added to what he said would only take from it. 

White handkerchiefs were aflutter all over the Temple,
wiping away tears, as the sailor returned to his seat on the steps
leading to the platform. It was difficult to go on in that moment. 

How could one at such a time make the announcements or
ask for the offering? Once more the sailor stepped up to the platform
and asked if he could sing a chorus.

His clear, unaffected baritone voice rang out over the audience almost as though it were the voice of the boy who had perished: 

“Tell Mother I’ll be there/ heaven’s joy with her to share/ Oh, tell my darling mother I’ll be there.”

Then he asked the congregation to join him in that chorus. They tried, but never have I heard singing like that. 

The song was not sung, it was sobbed out of hearts melted
by that simple story. It was sobbed out by mother hearts, still
burdened for a boy who was out in the world, or by the softened heart
of many a boy who remembered how his mother prayed for him before she
was called home.

While they repeated the song once more, softly, to the
accompaniment of the muffled organ, I gave the altar call. There was no
raising of hands or bowed heads and closed eyes. That sincere,
straightforward tale took the entire distance at a bound.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s all be there—come on!” Ah, how
they came! In an instant, the aisles were overflowing, and the altar
space was jammed. 

In that one evening, at that one service, that young
sailor did the work of a lifetime. And the one who died, by his coming,
brought hundreds more.

Seldom have I seen an entire audience moved as those
thousands of people were moved that evening. Throughout a lifetime
loaded with big moments, I never saw or heard of a night into which
more drama was crowded than that night when the sailor boy turned
evangelist.  

Aimee Semple McPherson (1890-1944) ranks as one of the
most influential church leaders and evangelists in history. She is
best-known as the founder of the International Church of the Foursquare
Gospel (ICFG) and senior pastor of Angelus Temple in Los Angeles.

Adapted from In the Service of the King by Aimee Semple McPherson, copyright 1927. Published by the International Church of the Foursquare Gospel. Used by permission.

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