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I wrote to my mother, who resided in Germany, immediately after my conversion, recounting to her how I had found the true Messiah. I could not keep the good news from her, and in my heart thought that she would believe the eldest of her fourteen children. Indeed, I may say that the first desire of my heart after my conversion was that all my friends, Jews and well as Gentiles, might share with me in my new-found joy. I felt like the Psalmist when he wrote, Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul. This hope, so far as my mother was concerned, was destined to be bitterly disappointed, for she wrote me but one letter (if a curse can be called a letter), prolonged silence awakening within me a suspicion that if she did write at all, it would be to send me that curse which every Jew must expect from his nearest relations when he embraces Christianity. This suspicion was only too fully confirmed after a lapse of five and a half months, during which time I was in suspense - for previous to my conversion, my mother had written to me once a month. One morning, when the postman brought me my letters, I saw amonst them one bearing the German postmark, and in the old familiar handwriting of my dear mother. As soon as I saw it I said to my wife, who was in the room, Wife, it has come at last. Needless to say I opened that letter first. There was no heading to it, no date, no My dear son, as all her former letters to me began, but it read as follows: Max: You are no longer my son; we have buried you in effigy; we mourn you as one dea. And now may the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob strike you blind, deaf, and dumb, and damn your soul forever. You have left your father's religion and the synagogue for that of Jesus the 'Imposter', and now take your mother's curse. Clara. Although I had by this time fully counted what it would cost me in embracing the religion of Jesus Christ, and knew what I had to expect from my relatives because I had turned my back on the synagogue, I confess I was hardly prepared for such a letter from my mother. My dear wife and I could now, however, more fully sympathize with each other in our new religious life; for, as stated before, her parents had already cursed her to her face for believing in Christ. It was not all sadness, however, for never before did the Psalmist's words seem so full of meaning and encouragement both to my wife and myself: When my father and mother forsake me, the the Lord will take me up. Let not anyone think that it is an easy thing for a Jew to become a Christian. He must be prepared to forsake father, mother, and wife for the sake of the kingdom of God; for the considerations which appeal alike to his affections and to his self-interest are brought to bear upon every Jew who is suspected of lloking with favor towards Christianity. _________________________________________________________________ I answered my mother's letter, a few days later, in the follow words: ANSWER TO MY MOTHER'S CURSE Far away from home, my mother, Daily will I pray for thee; Why should I be cursed, my mother? Why such message sent to me? Once convinceed of sin, my mother, I cried, 'Jesus, set me free!' I am happy now, my mother; Christ, the Jew, has died for me. Him you taught me to hate, my mother, Him you still 'Imposteer' call, Died for me on Calvary, mother, Died to save me from the fall. Let me lead you to Him, mother, While I pray on bended knee; 'Jesus, now accept my mother; Loving Jesus, set her free.' Be persuaded, dearest mother, Do not now so hardened be; Jesus Christ, the Jew's Messiah, Surely died for you and me. Can you spurn such mercy, mother? Can you turn away your face? Come to Jesus, come, dear mother, Fly, oh, fly to His embrace! Although she never wrote to me afterwards. I was told the last word she uttered, when life was ebbing away, was my own name, Max. _________________________________________________________ The sequel to the story of the drummer boy, Charlie Coulson, remains to be told: About eighteen months after my converson, I attended a prayer meeting in the city of Brooklyn. It was one fo those meetings where Christians testify to the loving kindness of their Saviour. After several of them had spoken, an elderly lady arose, and said, Dear friends, this may be the last time it is my priviledge to testify for Christ. My family physician told me yesterday that my right lung is very nearly gone, and my left lung is very much affected, so at the best I have but a short time to be with you, but what is left of me belongs to Jesus. Oh! It is a great joy to know that I shall meet my boy with Jesus in heaven. My son was not only a soldier for his country, but a soldier for Christ. He was wounded at the battle of Gettysburg, and fell into the hands of a Jewish doctor, who amputated his arm and leg, but my son died five days after the operation. The chaplain of the regiment wrote me a letter, and sent my boy's Bible. In that letter I was informed that my Charlie, in his dying hour, sent for that Jewish doctor and said to him, 'Doctor, before I die, I wish to tellyou, that five days ago, while you amputated my arm and leg, I prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ to convert your soul. When I heard this lady's testimony, I could sit still no longer. I left my seat, crossed the room, and taking her by the hand, said, God bless you, my dear sister. Your boy's prayer has been answered. I am the Jewish doctor for whom your Charlie prayed, and his Saviour is now my Saviour. __________________________________________________________________________ It is with great joy and thankfulness of heart that I record the converson of my dear son: I firmly believe that the dear Saviour had been troubling his heart some time prior to our meeting in July 1887. For the first time in fourteen years he called me father; he wept bitterly at our meeting, and, it seemed, his soul's desire was to see his sister again. My heart leaped with joy to hear this, for I knew with his sister (a devoted Christian in America), he would be in good hands. He left for America, where he met his sister, on Monday afternoon, August 15. On the following Friday, my son begged his sister to take him to his mother's grave. On Friday, August 29th, he again visited his mother's grave (but this time alone), and while there, God in His mercy, for Christ's sake, pardoned his sins and converted his soul. He went home and told his sister the good news, and then wrote to me that same night. And now, in conclusion, I earnestly pray that God may spare my life, that I may be permitted to hear my son preach the gospel of that dear Saviour whom he had so long rejected. ______________________________________________________________ Having been frequently asked whether all the details of this story are strictly true, I take this opportunity of stating that every incident occurred exactly as related. M.L.R. Edit your post:      To insert a product _link_ use the format: [[ASIN:ASIN product- _title_]] (What's this?) Conclusion..... The sequel to the story of the drummer boy, Charlie Coulson, remains to be told: About eighteen months after my converson, I attended a prayer meeting in the city of Brooklyn. It was one fo those meetings where Christians testify to the loving kindness of their Saviour. After several of them had spoken, an elderly lady arose, and said, Dear friends, this may be the last time it is my priviledge to testify for Christ. My family physician told me yesterday that my right lung is very nearly gone, and my left lung is very much affected, so at the best I have but a short time to be with you, but what is left of me belongs to Jesus. Oh! It is a great joy to know that I shall meet my boy with Jesus  in heaven. My son was not only a soldier for his country, but a soldier for Christ. He was wounded at the battle of Gettysburg, and fell into the hands of a Jewish doctor, who amputated his arm and leg, but my son died five days after the operation. The chaplain of the regiment wrote me a letter, and sent my boy's Bible. In that letter I was informed that my Charlie, in his dying hour, sent for that Jewish doctor and said to him, 'Doctor, before I die, I wish to tellyou, that five days ago, while you amputated my arm and leg, I prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ to convert your soul. When I heard this lady's testimony, I could sit still no longer. I left my seat, crossed the room, and taking her by the hand, said, God bless you, my dear sister. Your boy's prayer has been answered. I am the Jewish doctor for whom your Charlie prayed, and his Saviour is now my Saviour. __________________________________________________________________________ It is with great joy and thankfulness of heart that I record the converson of my dear son: I firmly believe that the dear Saviour had been troubling his heart some time prior to our meeting in July 1887. For the first time in fourteen years he called me father; he wept bitterly at our meeting, and, it seemed, his soul's desire was to see his sister again. My heart leaped with joy to hear this, for I knew with his sister (a devoted Christian in America), he would be in good hands. He left for America, where he met his sister, on Monday afternoon, August 15. On the following Friday, my son begged his sister to take him to his mother's grave. On Friday, August 29th, he again visited his mother's grave (but this time alone), and while there, God in His mercy, for  Christ's sake, pardoned his sins and converted his soul. He went home and told his sister the good news, and then wrote to me that same night. And now, in conclusion, I earnestly pray that God may spare my life, that I may be permitted to hear my son preach the gospel of that dear Saviour whom he had so long rejected. ______________________________________________________________ Having been frequently asked whether all the details of
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conversion, recounting to her how I had found the true Messiah. I could not keep the good news from her, and in my heart thought that she would believe the eldest of her fourteen children. Indeed, I may say that the first desire of my heart after my conversion was that all my friends, Jews and well as Gentiles, might share with me in my new-found joy. I felt like the Psalmist when he wrote, Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul. This hope, so far as my mother was concerned, was destined to be bitterly disappointed, for she wrote me but one letter (if a curse can be called a letter), prolonged silence awakening within me a suspicion that if she did write at all, it would be to send me that curse which every Jew must expect from his nearest relations when he embraces Christianity. This suspicion was only too fully confirmed after a lapse of five and a half months, during which time I was in suspense - for previous to my conversion, my mother had written to me once a month. One morning, when the postman brought me my letters, I saw amonst them one bearing the German postmark, and in the old familiar handwriting of my dear mother. As soon as I saw it I said to my wife, who was in the room, Wife, it has come at last. Needless to say I opened that letter first. There was no heading to it, no date, no My dear son, as all her former letters to me began, but it read as follows: Max: You are no longer my son; we have buried you in effigy; we mourn you as one dea. And now may the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob strike you blind, deaf, and dumb, and damn your soul forever. You have left your father's religion and the synagogue for that of Jesus the 'Imposter', and now take your mother's curse. Clara. Although I had by this time fully counted what it would cost me in embracing the religion of Jesus Christ, and knew what I had to expect from my relatives because I had turned my back on the synagogue, I confess I was hardly prepared for such a letter from my mother. My dear wife and I could now, however, more fully sympathize with each other in our new religious life; for, as stated before, her parents had already cursed her to her face for believing in Christ. It was not all sadness, however, for never before did the Psalmist's words seem so full of meaning and encouragement both to my wife and myself: When my father and mother forsake me, the the Lord will take me up. Let not anyone think that it is an easy thing for a Jew to become a Christian. He must be prepared to forsake father, mother, and wife for the sake of the kingdom of God; for the considerations which appeal alike to his affections and to his self-interest are brought to bear upon every Jew who is suspected of lloking with favor towards Christianity. _________________________________________________________________ I answered my mother's letter, a few days later, in the follow words: ANSWER TO MY MOTHER'S CURSE Far away from home, my mother, Daily will I pray for thee; Why should I be cursed, my mother? Why such message sent to me? Once convinceed of sin, my mother, I cried, 'Jesus, set me free!' I am happy now, my mother; Christ, the Jew, has died for me. Him you taught me to hate, my mother, Him you still 'Imposteer' call, Died for me on Calvary, mother, Died to save me from the fall. Let me lead you to Him, mother, While I pray on bended knee; 'Jesus, now accept my mother; Loving Jesus, set her free.' Be persuaded, dearest mother, Do not now so hardened be; Jesus Christ, the Jew's Messiah, Surely died for you and me. Can you spurn such mercy, mother? Can you turn away your face? Come to Jesus, come, dear mother, Fly, oh, fly to His embrace! Although she never wrote to me afterwards. I was told the last word she uttered, when life was ebbing away, was my own name, Max. _________________________________________________________ The sequel to the story of the drummer boy, Charlie Coulson, remains to be told: About eighteen months after my converson, I attended a prayer meeting in the city of Brooklyn. It was one fo those meetings where Christians testify to the loving kindness of their Saviour. After several of them had spoken, an elderly lady arose, and said, Dear friends, this may be the last time it is my priviledge to testify for Christ. My family physician told me yesterday that my right lung is very nearly gone, and my left lung is very much affected, so at the best I have but a short time to be with you, but what is left of me belongs to Jesus. Oh! It is a great joy to know that I shall meet my boy with Jesus in heaven. My son was not only a soldier for his country, but a soldier for Christ. He was wounded at the battle of Gettysburg, and fell into the hands of a Jewish doctor, who amputated his arm and leg, but my son died five days after the operation. The chaplain of the regiment wrote me a letter, and sent my boy's Bible. In that letter I was informed that my Charlie, in his dying hour, sent for that Jewish doctor and said to him, 'Doctor, before I die, I wish to tellyou, that five days ago, while you amputated my arm and leg, I prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ to convert your soul. When I heard this lady's testimony, I could sit still no longer. I left my seat, crossed the room, and taking her by the hand, said, God bless you, my dear sister. Your boy's prayer has been answered. I am the Jewish doctor for whom your Charlie prayed, and his Saviour is now my Saviour. __________________________________________________________________________ It is with great joy and thankfulness of heart that I record the converson of my dear son: I firmly believe that the dear Saviour had been troubling his heart some time prior to our meeting in July 1887. For the first time in fourteen years he called me father; he wept bitterly at our meeting, and, it seemed, his soul's desire was to see his sister again. My heart leaped with joy to hear this, for I knew with his sister (a devoted Christian in America), he would be in good hands. He left for America, where he met his sister, on Monday afternoon, August 15. On the following Friday, my son begged his sister to take him to his mother's grave. On Friday, August 29th, he again visited his mother's grave (but this time alone), and while there, God in His mercy, for Christ's sake, pardoned his sins and converted his soul. He went home and told his sister the good news, and then wrote to me that same night. And now, in conclusion, I earnestly pray that God may spare my life, that I may be permitted to hear my son preach the gospel of that dear Saviour whom he had so long rejected. ______________________________________________________________ Having been frequently asked whether all the details of this story are strictly true, I take this opportunity of stating that every incident occurred exactly as related. M.L.R. Edit your post:      To insert a product _link_ use the format: [[ASIN:ASIN product- _title_]] (What's this?) Conclusion..... The sequel to the story of the drummer boy, Charlie Coulson, remains to be told: About eighteen months after my converson, I attended a prayer meeting in the city of Brooklyn. It was one fo those meetings where Christians testify to the loving kindness of their Saviour. After several of them had spoken, an elderly lady arose, and said, Dear friends, this may be the last time it is my priviledge to testify for Christ. My family physician told me yesterday that my right lung is very nearly gone, and my left lung is very much affected, so at the best I have but a short time to be with you, but what is left of me belongs to Jesus. Oh! It is a great joy to know that I shall meet my boy with Jesus  in heaven. My son was not only a soldier for his country, but a soldier for Christ. He was wounded at the battle of Gettysburg, and fell into the hands of a Jewish doctor, who amputated his arm and leg, but my son died five days after the operation. The chaplain of the regiment wrote me a letter, and sent my boy's Bible. In that letter I was informed that my Charlie, in his dying hour, sent for that Jewish doctor and said to him, 'Doctor, before I die, I wish to tellyou, that five days ago, while you amputated my arm and leg, I prayed to the Lord Jesus Christ to convert your soul. When I heard this lady's testimony, I could sit still no longer. I left my seat, crossed the room, and taking her by the hand, said, God bless you, my dear sister. Your boy's prayer has been answered. I am the Jewish doctor for whom your Charlie prayed, and his Saviour is now my Saviour. __________________________________________________________________________ It is with great joy and thankfulness of heart that I record the converson of my dear son: I firmly believe that the dear Saviour had been troubling his heart some time prior to our meeting in July 1887. For the first time in fourteen years he called me father; he wept bitterly at our meeting, and, it seemed, his soul's desire was to see his sister again. My heart leaped with joy to hear this, for I knew with his sister (a devoted Christian in America), he would be in good hands. He left for America, where he met his sister, on Monday afternoon, August 15. On the following Friday, my son begged his sister to take him to his mother's grave. On Friday, August 29th, he again visited
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Let not anyone think that it is an easy thing for a Jew to become a Christian. He must be prepared to forsake father, mother, and wife for the sake of the kingdom of God; for the considerations which appeal alike to his affections and to his self-interest are brought to bear upon every Jew who is suspected of looking with favor towards Christianity. Yes, so true.  The conversion of a Jewish person is painful but not so very different from the Gentile whose parents _object_ to Christianity. We seldom here a sermon on this passage: Mat 10:34  Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. Mat 10:35  For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. Mat 10:36  And a man's foes shall be they of his own household. True conversion will cause separation from those who are not like minded - including family. Thanks for the story... God bless, Harold