I know by experience that the Jews are tricksters, but they have almost been forced into their cupidity in getting money, yet the greatest promise of deliverance in the Bible is for that nation.  The foundation stones of heaven and the pearly gates are named for the twelve tribes.  No Christian should scorn a Jew.

One day I was driving down the street of Richmond in a buggy, and Mr. Blakely the merchant I dealt so much with, and also a member of the Methodist church, stopped me, saying that he had something to say to me: 

“Your friends are becoming very uneasy about the state of your mind.  You are thinking too much on religious subjects, and they asked me to warn you.”  This gave me a blessed assurance, and I laughed very heartily, saying: 

“Your words are indeed a blessing to me, for if I have a religion that the world understands, it is not a religion of the Bible.”

I was naturally ambitious and was very fond of nice furniture, china and dainty things, but I have lost all taste for these, and stopped making fashionable calls, for I have seen the vanity and wickedness in fashionable society and costly dressing.  I educated myself to look at things as I thought God would, and this change came about after that transaction between my soul and God, at the Methodist church, which I know was the “Baptism of the Holy Ghost;” but did not know then what it was.  I had been born in the Christian church, and was taught that only the Apostles had received that gift.  I never knew what to call this experience until three years after when I went to Kansas, and had it explained to me by the Free Methodists, and where God gave me a witness that it was true.

We had quite a drought in Texas, everything was parched and burning up, and great concern was felt by all.  Charlien said to me one day:  “Mamma why don’t you pray for rain?”

I was so struck with the idea that I went to the church that night and proposed that we pray for rain.  So four ladies were elected to appoint a special meeting.  The minister’s wife, Mrs. Todd, Mrs. Blakely and myself were the four.  We met and we said the first thing is to agree.  The minister’s wife began to cry and said: 

“I have read of so many thunderbolts lately, that I am almost afraid to pray;” and Mrs. Blakely repeated the same, but I told the women this was doubting God in the beginning.

" ‘If you ask for bread, will He give you a stone.’  I am willing to trust God who said:  ‘Ask and ye shall receive,’ and let Him send the rain any way He pleases.”  This was finally agreed upon, and the next afternoon the citizens of the town were called to the church to pray for rain.