A guy named Guy

Christians are caring people. This old saying has made the rounds: "People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care."

Guy was a drinking man whose wife was a radiant and faithful Christian. From the day of her conversion she never wavered. These were people I knew well.

Then I left the area of my first pastorate and was gone for many years. Occasionally I heard from the church, and a few times held revival services there. Things for Guy and his wife went on as usual. Guy often attended church and had many friends there.

One day Guy said to a man who was a member of the church, a younger brother of mine, "They say you would give the shirt off of your back if somebody asked for it."

"Yes, if somebody needed it," was the reply.

"Well, I need it."

Then and there - they were not at church on this occasion - my brother took off his shirt and gave it away.

I don't know if this give-away had anything to do with the sequel, but after this demonstration, this guy named Guy came to the church and was converted. Now he went "all out" and wanted to be baptized. Then he wanted to be sanctified. The old life was all history.

As far as we know, he kept good victory until he died. You know the old saying, "All's well that ends well."