Whatever is Pure, March 2003
The TicketMy husband was invited to preach for a time in Inverness-shire and proposed taking the children and me to my father's home for the time being. That this might be possible, the Lord sent, from some source unknown to us, a five-pound note and we were enabled with this to set out. When we started from Glasgow two women with large baskets filled with fruit entered the carriage. The passengers rather demurred to the baskets being there and thought they should have been in the baggage car. However, the women seemed quite willing to stand or do anything to accommodate the passengers if only the baskets could remain, so we all settled down agreeably. Halfway between Glasgow and Perth there was a halt for tickets to be examined. As the inspector came near our carriage, to our amazement one of the women got down and hid under the seat of the carriage and the other woman spread an old shawl over her. She remained in this position until the train started again, the ticket examiner thinking, no doubt, that it was a bundle of luggage.
When she raised my husband looked at her and said. "You have been able to hide this time but the Lord Jesus is coming one of these days and you will not be able to hide under the seat then." the poor woman did not answer but burst into tears, ad when she could speak, she said. "I have a husband in Glasgow out of work and four little children starving from hunger. This woman and myself started with this fruit in time as we thought to catch the cheap train for the Cattle Show in Perth but we missed it and we had only enough money between us to pay for one ticket and this woman has got it." Again she cried, and then she continued. "With this fruit, the faces of my children came before me and the seem to say, "Oh mother, do something!" So I felt I must go without a ticket. We were all touched by her grief and my husband said, "Well, supposing I pay the fare between those two places, how would that do?" The woman gave him such a look as much as to say, "You, a complete stranger, pay my fare?" She said. "But I do not have even a copper." He said." You do not need a copper if I pay it and I will."
The poor woman could scarcely take it in. As we neared Perth, and made a halt at the siding, where Perth tickets were collected, the woman who had the ticket whispered to her companion. "I think you had better hide again." She faintly answered. "I think I had better." She was just about to get down again when my husband said, "Don't you believe me?" I told you I would pay your fare." She said. "But the inspector is coming. "That does not matter," said my husband. " So then she sat up in her seat and simply trusted my husband. The inspector came right in this time but before he could ask any questions, the matter was settled. One would have thought the woman would have dried all her tears then, but she burst afresh into weeping – but they were tears of joy and of gratitude and turning to her basket, she filled both her hand with fruit and put them in my lap, saying. "This is all I can do."
We parted from them both at Perth, probably never to meet again on this earth, but I trust that this simple incident may have been used of God to their salvation. "Jesus paid it all, all to him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain – He washed it white as snow."
Mrs. James Scroggie
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