THE MAN WHO KNEW

THE MAN WHO KNEW

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Two revered men were having a hearty discourse on revival.
The older gentleman suggested that citizens in the town be gone to, one by one with doors knocked upon, and questioned whether they thought themselves to be the worst sinner in town.
The elder respected man suggested that the man who submitted to such an inquiry would hasten the early season of revival.
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The knocking began and, not surprisingly, so did the negative shaking of heads.
One by one, it appeared that each citizen thought himself better than the man down the row, who had either been convicted of a blaring violation or some transgression which seemed greater than his own.
And one by one, it was learned that even the worst of convicts knew another to be a "worser" convict.
(I'm taking license with the word, don't get hung up on it.)
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After a long, weary day of knocking,
A lovely little cottage was approached with an elderly gentleman appearing at the door, inviting in, the weary knockers.
The question was posed,
"Do you think yourself to be, Sir, the worst of sinners in this town?"
"No I do not," the elderly gentleman replied, "I know myself to be."
So natural and unpretentious was this gentleman's response that it nearly knocked the weary "knockers" off their chairs.
"How can this be, such a kindly man as you, has no difficulty in asserting such a negative opinion of himself?" the younger man asked.
The older gentleman replied,
"I have lived long and communed long with the Christ I love. I have learned over time, not how good I am but how utterly wretched I am, unless the blood of Christ covered me hourly. I have no question at all but to my frailty and sinfulness. Mark me out and do whatever you will with me."
Upon this moment and upon this man, a heavenly and divine light was cast upon him.
His presence fairly glowed and light gloriously emanated from him.
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The two revered men walked quietly away from the "sinful" man's door in earnest thought and in deep contemplation.
The elder gentleman was heard whispering the simple words:
Lord, help me to "know" myself the worst man in this city,
That revival might fall so sufficiently upon "me."

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