Persons often argue that the books of the Bible are written by man and cannot be said to be written by God. I illustrate the way God wrote the Bible by this: You have a package of letters from your mother. Some are written with red ink, some with black, some with a stub pen, some with a fine point, some with a pencil, etc. You do not say, the pen wrote me this letter and the pencil wrote me that. No, this is not spoken of or considered. You say: “My mother wrote these letters to me.” Just so, Moses is God’s pen, with which he wrote the five books of the Pentateuch. Joshua was also a pen, and Ezra, Job, David, Solomon, and so with the writers of the New Testament. God guided them as we do our pen. The Bible carries within itself its own evidence of divinity. It requires no proof. It but weakens its own evidence, to appeal to human aid. The fulfilled prophesy, its inimitable poetry, is proof to the natural man to know it to be above the human mind, and to a child of God it speaks with life, and love more potent than an earthly parent to their child. The Holy Spirit only can interpret his own words: “’Tis foolishness to those who perish, but unto us who are saved it is the power of God.”
I have a great benediction on my work. Wherever I go the dear mothers shake my hand and kiss my face, saying: “God bless you. I want to help you. You did what I wanted to do.” It is the heart of motherhood running over with love. “The gentle are the brave, the loving are the daring.”
I got a telegram from a man saying: “Your article in Physical Culture on the use of tobacco has cured me of the vice.” One man from Omaha, Nebraska, wrote: “Three years ago I was a drunkard. I had a drug store. I was losing business and going to ruin generally. When I heard of what you did, I said: ’If that woman can do that to save others, I ought to do something for myself.’ So now I am a changed man. My wife is a changed woman. I have to thank you and Almighty God. My business is growing every day.”
Upon several occasions I have had people to put five dollars in my hand. While I was lecturing in Pasadena, California, for the Y. M. C. A. one young man put in my hand what I thought was a silver dollar, but on looking it was a twenty dollar gold piece. I said: “I will lay that up in heaven for you.” And so I have. I never learned his name but he will certainly find that twenty dollars in the bank of heaven with interest.
When I first started out in this crusade I was called crazy and a “freak” by my enemies, but now they say: “No, Carry Nation, you are not crazy, but you are sharp. You started out to accomplish something and you did. You are a grafter. It is the money you are after.” Jesus said: “John came neither eating or drinking and ye say, Behold a wine bibber and a glutton.” So it is the world never did understand an unselfish life. It is a small thing to be judged by a man that withers as grass. “If I yet please man, I should not be the servant of Christ.”