A Christian woman went to the tract house in New York, and asked for tracts for distribution. The first day she was out on her Christian errand she saw a policeman taking an intoxicated woman to the station house. After the woman was discharged from custody, this Christian tract distributor saw her coming away all unkempt and unlovely.
The tract distributor went up, threw her arms about her neck and kissed her. The woman said, “O my God, why do you kiss me?” “Well,” replied the other, “I think Jesus told me to.” “Oh no,” the woman said, “don’t you kiss me; it breaks my heart: nobody has kissed me since my mother died.” But that loving, sisterly kiss brought her to Christ, started her on her way to heaven.—IBID.
