“Come out here. I want you. I’d like to thrash you,” he cried out.
“Come in, come in,” said I.
“No, I want you to come out here. I’ll thrash you if you said so-and-so about some of my brothers and neighbors.”
“Well, isn’t it true?” I replied. “If it is true, what are you mad about? You know it is true, and God will judge you for such conduct. If you do not repent you will have a hot place in hell. So you had better get at the confession of your sins to God. If you do it sincerely He will help you.”
The poor fellow went away in a changed mood without thrashing the preacher. He was afterwards converted and became one of my fast friends.
After the meetings had been continued about three weeks, Rev. Arthur Browning came to our assistance, and some memorable services were held.
The glorious work of grace, having thus begun by the good hand of the Lord, continued until the whole valley was aroused, and many of the most hardened sinners were awakened and converted. When I left, shortly after, to attend the District meeting, there was a class of thirty-one members, nearly all the white people in the valley.
Looking back upon this marvellous work of God, so unexpected by human foresight, of which I had been a favored witness, I am led with adoring gratitude to exclaim, “What hath God wrought! Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto Thy name give glory.”