Dr. Campbell Morgan told me at Northfield of an instance of the kind. A poor man came to him after a service on Round Top, where the body of Mr. Moody lies, and said, “Do you believe that when you are tempted, and say, ‘Get thee behind me, Satan,’ the victory is won?” Dr. Morgan, after a moment said, “No, I do not.” “Then,” said his interlocutor, “you stop preaching Christ and deliverance from sin: for I have a temptation. I don’t want to live with it; I don’t wanttobe defeated; I would do the best I knew if I had the power, but I have not. If I can’t say, ‘Get thee behind me,’ and be sure of victory, what am I to do?” Dr. Morgan said, “Do you believe that Christ said it, and won?” “Yes, I believe He is the only One who could ever say it, and win.” “Then you go, and in the name of Christ say, ‘Get thee behind me, Satan,’ when your hour of torture comes, and see which gets the victory.” “The next morning,” says Dr. Morgan, “as I drove up I met this man standing in the middle of the pathway in front of me. He looked at me with radiant face, standing square on his two feet, and said, ‘Man, it works!’” He had found the Christ a present Deliverer as well as an abstract Saviour.
