Here is a man transacting business with another.  And even while he is dealing with figures, and contract terms, he is thinking,—­no, again,—­it is so deeply rooted in that the thought, like the fine trendils of a plant, is ever weaving itself intangibly but surely into the web of his passing mental operations, “How can I tactfully leave the impress here, perhaps speak the direct word, that shall be a doorway for Jesus into this life?”

A Blessed Library Corner.

I think I might tell you best just what I mean by a bit from a real life.  The bit that has been such a real inspiration to myself.  It is about a friend of mine, a business man, with large responsible interests, keen and shrewd in his business dealings, a very earnest Christian man, with a delightful, winning personality, and I am grateful to say who was a warm friend of mine.  He is in the presence of his Master now.  He was a man much my senior in years, who helped me very greatly.  Whenever we chanced to meet in our travels I would drop my affairs as far as I could to spend all the time possible with him, both for the delight of his presence, and for the practical help he always was.  The last time we were ever together was in Columbus, Ohio.  We met there to attend an anniversary meeting of the Young Men’s Christian Association, in Dr. Gladden’s Church, on the Capitol Square.  And Monday morning before taking our trains away in different directions we went for a drive, to get the air, and talk a bit.  I made the suggestion of driving, for I knew I would get something from him.  And I was right.  I did get something that I never forgot, and never shall.

As we were driving, and talking, by and by, in a little lull of the talk, he said very quietly, “Gordon, do you know what I have been doing lately?” And I said, “No.”  “Well,” he said, “it’s been the delight of my life,” and I could see the gleam of light in his eyes.  And I said, “Tell me what it is that has been such a pleasure to you.”  And he said, “Well, I will.”  Then he went on in a very taking way he had to tell this simple story.  And he was speaking as to a friend, for he was very modest, and would not have spoken of the thing; except to help; that would always bring anything he had.

He said when he was at home—­he travelled much—­he would think about the young men whom he knew who were not Christians.  Splendid men, some of them; full of power; clubmen, some of them.  But who did not know Jesus personally.  And he would think, “Now there’s such a man.  I wonder what’s his easy side of approach.”  And he would think about him, and pray some about him.  And then make an opportunity to ask him up to his home for dinner some evening.  His position in the city would make any young man feel honored with such an invitation.

He said to me, “We have a pleasant time at the dinner table with the family, and afterwards, a bit of music and so on.  Then,” with a quiet smile he said, “I ask him into my library corner, my little study den, and by and by we come to close quarters.  I tell him what I’m thinking about.  I tell him what a Friend Jesus is.  And how it helps to have Him in all of one’s life as a Friend and Master.  Then I ask him softly if he won’t let Jesus be his Friend.”