When the celebrated Whitefield was preaching in England, a gentleman who heard him was thrown into great distress of mind. He felt as if his sins were so great that they could not be forgiven. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t attend to his business. It seemed as if he would die, unless he found comfort. One evening the Countess of Huntingdon, an excellent lady, who was in company with him, heard him say to a friend, “I am a lost man. My sins never can be forgiven. I am a lost man.”
“I am glad to hear it; I am glad to hear it,” said the Countess.
“It is very wicked in you to say you are glad that I am a lost man,” said he.
“I repeat it,” said she, “I am heartily glad of it; because it is written ‘The Son of Man came to seek and to save that which is lost.'”
The gentleman burst into tears, and exclaimed, “Oh, how precious those words are! I will take my lost soul to Jesus and he will save it.” So Jesus comforted him.