Rufus Bowman in his book, Seventy Times Seven, tells the following story about his father:
When the writer was a boy on a Virginia farm, there was a rogue in the community who would steal our corn and apples. To the dismay of other people, my father would sometimes have this man work for him because he felt that his family needed the money. My father treated this rogue with the utmost kindness and never spoke an unkind word about him. When the man came to die he called for my father, made a confession of how he had lived, and asked for prayer. My father discovered in the man's house a dusty Bible, opened its pages and read Scripture, knelt down and prayed for the man who had wronged him, asked for his restoration to health and to his family, and gripped his hand when he left as friend and brother.