Doctor Chapman became concerned for one young man. He felt that he ought to speak to him but he feared that he might show more zeal than knowledge. He felt the man might be offended if he went to him in that way. ‘If anyone is offended because you try to do right, let them go. If anyone is offended because you ask them to be a Christian, let them go to Hell. You’ve done your duty.’ But he thought it over and made up his mind to speak to him that very night. The young man did not come that night so on the next day, Doctor Chapman drove out in a cutter to see him. He met the man and said, “I want you to be a Christian.”
The man was angry. He said, “You blankety-blank little preacher. I don’t want you to come to me about that.” Doctor Chapman turned and left him and drove away. He caught a cold while driving out there that stayed with him that winter and soon after he left the place and took up evangelistic work.
One night, ten years later, he was holding a meeting at Saratoga, when he saw a man coming down the aisle.
“Don’t you know me?” the man asked. Doctor Chapman didn’t know him.
“Why,” the man said, “I’m Benedict from Schuylerville. I’m the man who cursed you when you drove out to my home and asked me to be a Christian. I want to be a Christian now.”
“What has changed you?” Doctor Chapman asked.
“I’ll tell you,” said the man. “I never heard a sermon that touched me, nor a song. It was your tears, the tears that were in your eyes as I cursed you and you turned away. I’ve never been able to forget them. I’ve never had a day’s peace since that moment.”
Oh, if you knew the power of tears for the sinner. If you only felt enough concern to weep over those who are in danger of being lost. The sight of such tears would win many souls for Christ. (Billy Sunday)
Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them. Psalm 126:6 NIV