I replied: "No, Lord, I am done for. I have reached the end of my resources."
The Voice replied "If you will turn that over to Me and not worry about it, I will take care
of it."
I quickly answered: "Lord, I close the bargain right here."
A great peace settled into my heart and pervaded my whole being. I knew it was done!
Life-abundant life-had taken possession of me. I was so lifted up that I scarcely touched
the road as I quietly walked home that night. Every inch was holy ground. For days after
that I hardly knew I had a body. I went through the days, working all day and far into the
night, and came down to bedtime wondering why in the world I should ever go to bed at
all, for there was not the slightest trace of tiredness of any kind. I seemed possessed by
life and peace and rest-by Christ Himself.
The question came as to whether I should tell this. I shrank from it, but I felt I should-and
did. After that it was sink or swim before everybody. More than a score of the most
strenuous years of my life have gone by since then, but the old trouble has never
returned. I have never had such health. But it was more than a physical touch. I seemed
to have tapped new life for body, mind, and spirit. After that experience, life for me
functioned on a permanently higher level. And I had done nothing but take it!
During the many years that have gone by since then, I have travelled all over the world,
frequently lecturing three times a day, and have found time and strength to write The
Christ of the Indian Road and eleven other books. Yet in the midst of all this, I have
never missed, or even been late to, an appointment. The worries that once beset me
have long since vanished, and now, in my sixty-third year, I am overflowing with
abounding vitality and the joy of serving and living for others.
I suppose that the physical and mental transformation that I have experienced could be
picked to pieces psychologically and explained. It does not matter. Life is bigger than
processes and overflows and dwarfs them.
This one thing I know: my life was completely transformed and uplifted that night in
Lucknow, thirty-one years ago, when at the depth of my weakness and depression, a
voice said to me: "If you will turn that over to Me and not worry about it, I will take care of
it," and I replied: "Lord, I close the bargain right here."
When The Sheriff Came In My Front Door
By
Homer Croy
Novelist, 150 Pinehurst Avenue, New York, New York
The bitterest moment of my life occurred one day in 1933 when the sheriff came in the
front door and I went out the back. I had lost my home at 10 Standish Road, Forest Hills,
Long Island, where my children were born and where I and my family had lived for
eighteen years. I had never dreamed that this could happen to me. Twelve years before,
I thought I was sitting on top of the world. I had sold the motion-picture rights to my
novel West of the Water Tower for a top Hollywood price. I lived abroad with my family
for two years. We summered in Switzerland and wintered on the French Riviera- just like
the idle rich.