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“Truly that is strange doctrine,” thought the Tiger, “a robber like myself admitted
to Paradise just by calling on the Name of the Jesus!” This simple message was
concluded and the little group who were present were urged to avail themselves of the
free grace of Christ as did the penitent thief, lest being found rejecting it, they should

be cast into the lake of fire as was the impenitent one.

Wang-San Lao-Hu, hardened sinner that he was, felt himself strangely warmed and
interested. After the prayer of dismissal he made his way forward and sought an

opportunity to speak to the preacher.

Addressing the youthful minister he said, “Did I understand that the robber who
was crucified with Jesus actually entered into Paradise?”

“Yes sir, that is correct. That very day he joined Jesus in Paradise,” came the reply.
“Do you think your Jesus could save me?” inquired the stalwart one.
“Indeed He can, sir!” The preacher glowed with the blessed assurance.

“Ah, but young man, you have no idea who I am.”
“I admit, sir, that I do not know who you are, but if He could save a wicked robber,
He can save a gentleman like yourself, whoever, or whatever you are!”
“Step over into this corner,” ordered the big man, as one accustomed to command.

The younger man obeyed and Mr. Wang followed. Casting a stealthy glance around,
as if not caring to be overheard, his face clouded with a scowl, he placed his index
finger on the apex of his nose, glared at the young preacher, and rasped in a coarse
whisper, “Woa sz Wang-San Lao-Hu!－I am Wang-Three-the-Tiger!”

It was now the turn of the beloved young Timothy to change expression. He paled
perceptibly as he glanced toward the windows and door, expecting to see an influx of
the ”pock-marketed-ones” composing the Tiger‟s following.
“Do not be afraid, none of my men are here. But do you think your Jesus would

receive Wang-San Lao-Hu?”
The messenger of the King gulped hard as he strove to regain his composure.
“Yes, yes, Mr. Wang. Certainly! Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as
white as snow, though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool!”

“What must I do about it?” inquired the Tiger.
“Just kneel here with me, and give your heart to Christ, for God‟s Word says,
„WHOSOEVER shall call upon the Name of the Lord, the same shall be saved‟.”
Down on their knees they went together as the devout young preacher poured out

his heart to God for the salvation of a lost soul.

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