The Word, as revealed through gospel tracts, awakened me to an awful realization of the heinous sinfulness of my sin. In deep despair, I went from one worship- place to another seeking the way of forgiveness and eternal life. But all in vain, as the preachers seemed to me to speak to souls already saved and to have no message for my poor ruined soul. Time after time I went in earnest prayer for some word of pardoning grace, only to leave as if 1 were a dog to be refused even the crumbs of the childrens bread of life. But one Sunday morning, as I was wending my way to a service, Gods goodness sent a snowstorm which drove me into a little Primitive Methodist Chapel located on an out-of-the-way side-street. There were only about a dozen or so people there, and the storm had kept even the regular minister away. At last a weakly-looking man, an artisan of some sort, went into the pulpit to preach. His text was from Isaiah 45:22, and he stuck close by it as he knew little else. He began by saying: Dear friends, this is a simple text. It just says Look, and thats something we can all do. A poor man can look as well as the richest. An ignorant man can look as well as the wisest. A child can look as well as the gray-haired. But the text says Look to Me! No use lookin to yourselves, nor to your fellow-men, not even to God the Father till you first look to Christ. Jesus calls you: Look unto Me! Im sweatin great drops of blood! Look unto Me! Im hangin on the Cross! Look unto Me! Im dead and buried! Look unto Me! I ascend into heaven! I Look unto Me! Im sittin at Gods right hand! 0, poor sinner, look unto Me! Then, seeing that the Spirit had opened the eyes of my heart, he cried directly to me: Young man, look to Jesus Christ! Look! Look! Look! You need only look to Him! I looked, and at once saw the way of salvation. As Israel looked and found healing when the brazen serpent was lifted up, so it was with me. And now redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die.