Day Twenty Nine
 
   It is noted with both sorrow and a certain holy triumph that the adherents of the Muslim faith grew restless toward the conclusion of the message, when all they heard proclaimed was the singular fact of Jesus dying upon the Cross. Their hearts recoiled, for they desired not to hear the secret sins of their own souls drawn out into the light of the open day; nor, indeed, could they abide the offense of hearing a mere prophet declared to be the very Saviour of perishing sinners. We recall the words of that mighty evangelist, Whitefield, who testified: "I was honored to have rotten eggs and pieces of a dead cat thrown at me as I preached Christ." Though I have suffered some measure of resistance and the sharp word of threat before, alas, I have not yet been granted such a glorious distinction. The Lord God Almighty hath, in His boundless and mysterious grace, often brought me to the very brink of that bitter cup, yet hath He not commanded me to drink it down. But the soul res...
 
