Thank you Alistair Begg!

I used to listen to him (Martin Lloyd Jones), on Sunday morning and I used to feel it. Well, if this is Christianity then I don’t know anything about it. On Sunday morning I used to pray that somebody would be converted. I thought you had to be a drunkard or a prostitute to be converted. I remember how I used to rejoice to see when drunkards become Christians, and envy them with all my heart because they were full of joy and free. And here I was in such a different condition.

Some of you are just like Mrs. Lloyd Jones. I am convinced of it. And you feel yourself trapped because you’re not honest enough to admit that you have never really come to faith in Jesus Christ, and you hear people give their testimonies in baptism and you share their joy. But it closes down a piece of you because you know that you have no such personal testimony to give. Wouldn’t you be bold enough tonight to acknowledge it? Just where you sit? Just as you listen to this scenario unfold? Just as God grips your heart and cry out to Him and say, “Lord, I am just like that lady, and I need what she sought. I need You!”

I recall sitting in the study at 57 Victoria Rd., and I was unhappy. I suppose it was conviction. I felt a burden of sin. And I shall always remember Martin saying, as he looked through his books, “Here, read this.” He gave me John Angell James’ The Anxious Inquirer Directed. I have never forgotten what I read in that book. He showed me how wrong was the idea that my sin could be greater than the merit of the blood of Christ. His death was well able to clear all my sins away. And there at last, I found release and I was so happy.