Peter had to be searched for.  Most men do.  He was probably absorbed with all his impulsive intensity in some matter on hand.  May be Andrew had to pull quite a bit to get him started.  But he got him.  Andrew was a good sticker:  hard to shake him off.  His is a fine name for a brotherhood of personal workers.  And when Peter once got started he never quit going.  He stumbled some, but he got up, and got up only to go on.  Most men need some one to get them started.  There’s need of more starters, more of us starting people moving Jesus’ way.

I think the memory of this evening’s work with Peter must have come back very vividly to Andrew one morning a few years afterwards.  It’s up on the hills of Judea, in Jerusalem.  There’s a great crowd of people standing in the streets, filling the space for a great distance.  There are some thousands of them.  They are listening spellbound to a man talking.  It is Peter.  And down there near by, maybe holding Peter’s hat while he talks, is Andrew.  His eyes are glowing.  And if you might listen to his heart talking, I think you would hear it saying softly, “I’m so glad I brought Peter that evening I met Jesus.”  Peter’s talk that day swung three thousand men and women over to Jesus.  Somebody has said that if Peter were their spiritual father, certainly Andrew was their spiritual grandfather.  And I think God reckons the thing that way, too.

There is a great deal of good talk these days about regenerating society.  It used to be that men talked about “reaching the masses.”  Now the other putting of it is commoner.  It is helpful talk whichever way it is put.  The Gospel of Jesus is to affect all society.  It has affected all society, and is to more and more.  But the thing to mark keenly is this, the key to the mass is the man.  The way to regenerate society is to start on the individual.

The law of influence through personal contact is too tremendous to be grasped.  You influence one man and you have influenced a group of men, and then a group around each man of the group, and so on endlessly.  Hand-picked fruit gets the first and best market.  The keenest marksmen are picked out for the sharpshooters’ corps.

The True Source of Strong Service.

One morning with a friend I walked out of the city of Geneva to where the waters of the lake flow with swift rush into the Rhone.  And we were both greatly interested in the strange sight which has impressed so many travellers.  There are two rivers whose waters come together here, the Rhone and the Arve, the Arve flowing into the Rhone.  The waters of the Rhone are beautifully clear and sparkling.  The waters of the Arve come through a clayey soil and are muddy, gray, and dull.  And for a long distance the two waters are wholly distinct.  Two rivers of water are in one river-bed, on one side the sparkling blue Rhone water, on the other the dull gray Arve water, and the line between the two sharply defined.  And so it continues for a long distance.  Then gradually they blend and the gray begins to tinge all through the blue.