I turn over and look at another.
“Well, I know that man.”
By-and-by, I come upon another.
“Why, that man looks like my brother.”
I am getting pretty near home. I keep turning over the leaves.
“Well, I declare! Here is a man who lives in the same street I do. Why, he is my next-door neighbor.”
Then I come upon another, and I see—myself.
My friends, if you read your Bibles, you will find your own pictures there. It will just describe you.
Now, it may be there is some Pharisee here tonight. If there is, let him turn to the third chapter of John, and see what Christ said to the Pharisee:
“Except a man be born again, he can not enter the kingdom of God.”