“Mr. Moody, now that I am converted, must I give up the world?”
I said: “No, you haven’t got to give up the world. If you give a good ringing testimony for the Son of God, the world will give you up pretty quick; they won’t want you around.”
They were going to have a great celebration at the opening of a saloon and billiard hall in Chicago, in the northern part of the city, where I lived. It was to be a gateway to death and to hell, one of the worst places in Chicago. As a joke they sent me an invitation to go to the opening. I took the invitation and went down and saw the two men who had the saloon, and I said:
“Is that a genuine invitation?”
They said it was.
“Thank you,” I said, “I will be around; if there is anything here I don’t like I may have something to say about it.”
They said: “You are not going to preach?”
“I may.”
“We don’t want you. We won’t let you in.”
“How are you going to keep me out?” I asked; “there is the invitation.”