In a prayer meeting in Hamilton, Ontario, some months or years after the Titanic sank, a young Scotsman stood up and in tears told this unusual story of how he was converted.
He said he was on the Titanic the night it struck the iceberg. He had clung to a piece of floating debris in the freezing waters.
“Suddenly,” he said, “a wave brought a man near – John Harper. He, too, was holding a piece of wreckage.
“He called out, ‘Man, are you saved?’
“‘No, I am not,’ I replied.
“He shouted back, ‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.’
“The waves bore (Harper) away, but a little later, he was washed back beside me again.
“‘Are you saved now?’ he called out.
“‘No,’ I answered.
“‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved,’ Harper said.
“Then losing his hold on the wood, (Harper) sank. And there, alone in the night with two miles of water under me, I trusted Christ as my saviour. I am John Harper’s last convert.”
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