Who is a liar but he that denies that Jesus is the Christ?  1 John 2 v 22

“I was in a meeting in one of the large towns,  I don’t really know why I was there.  I wasn’t a believer but I sat and listened to the preacher.

‘What think ye of Christ?’ the preacher asked.  Those words made me think.  I couldn’t get them out of my head however much I tried.  Then he gave an appeal, I was determined I wasn’t going to go forward.

After the meeting I caught the first train home, those words, “What think ye of Christ?” kept going through my mind coupled with bits of the preacher’s message.  What did I think of Christ?

I didn’t know, my mind was a whirl.

I had, mistakenly, caught a slow train.  It stopped at every station en route.  Every time it stopped I looked out of the window to see where we were, I couldn’t see the place name, only a hoarding which said, “What think ye of Christ?”  Station after station I saw the same words.  “What think ye of Christ?” I couldn’t believe what I saw.  Fragments of what I had heard the preacher say tumbled about in my head.  It seemed like mumbo-jumbo.  As we passed station after station the words began to make sense.  I tried to ignore them as the journey neared its end.

The train stopped.  I alighted.  It was dark and cold.  The lights were few and far between.  I wanted to get home as soon as I possibly could.  But God hadn’t finished with me.  Looking ahead I could see the other passengers, most of them much quicker than me, forging on ahead; only a few lagged behind.  In the darkness one thing stood out, something which seemed to have a light of its own:  a hoarding,  its lettering large, bold and clear.

“WHAT THINK YE OF CHRIST?”

I could ignore it no longer.  I fell to my knees, then and there, right on the platform,  I didn’t care who saw me or what they thought.  All that mattered was that I give my heart and life to Jesus, God’s Son who gave His life for me to save me.  Oh, what joy came into my heart.

A porter came up to me, touched me, disturbing my prayer.

‘Are you all right Sir?  Do you need help?’    I opened my eyes and saw the concern in his face as he shone his torch, piercing the darkness. ‘Yes, everything is fine, I’m all right,  Hallelujah!  I’ve been saved. ‘That dear man looked at me as though I was demented.  I walked from the platform with him and told him what had happened to me that evening.  I urged him to come to Jesus.  Whether he did or not, I don’t know but I pray for his Salvation every day.’ The man’s face shone with joy and an indescribable beauty as he told me his story.’      Friend, “What think ye of Christ?