“Yes, we are preachers,” remarked the other.  “We have consecrated our lives to the blessed service of Christ and our greatest delight is in preaching his gospel and telling others of the wonders of his grace.  There can be no higher calling than that of telling of the saving grace of God.  For fifteen years I was a cold professor of religion, but I lacked vital salvation.  I belonged to the church and paid the preacher, and somehow I thought I would get through all right.  I sinned more or less every day and did not know that I could be saved from sin.  In fact, I never had been converted.  I tried to live a Christian life, but I was powerless.  After fifteen years of this miserable existence I got a new vision of things.  God removed the scales from my eyes and I saw my lost condition.  I saw myself in an entirely new light.  I wept before God because of my sins.  I was made very conscious that unless I was saved from my sins they would damn me in hell forever.  My churchianity and my self-righteousness and my morality looked ridiculous when I saw myself a sinner in the sight of God.  I came to God and poured out my soul in bitter repentance, and said, ‘Save me, or I perish.’  I promised him that I would forsake my sins, make my wrongs right, and walk in the light.  I read in 1 John 1:9, ’If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.’  Well, I confessed my sins and forsook them, and God for Christ’s sake pardoned all my sins.  Praise His name.  The joy and peace that filled my soul were unspeakable.  I was a new man.  I loved everybody, even my bitter enemies.  Christ, in all his blessed reality, came into my heart as an abiding companion.  Some time after my conversion, through a holiness paper, which fell into my hands, and through reading the Bible, which had become a new book to me, I learned that it was possible for me to be wholly sanctified and to have the Holy Spirit as an abiding comforter.  Oh, the joy of this blessed life.  Its glories are untold.”

Poor Jake stood amazed.  He had never heard anything like this before.  He burst out, “If that’s religion, I confess I hain’t got none; and to be plain, I ain’t much inclined to believe such stuff as that.  I have been a member of Mount Olivet Church for twenty-seven years and I never heard such preaching as that.  That must be some new religion that’s goin’ around.  Talk about bein’ saved from sin, why there’s our dear old Brother Simms, who was our last pastor at Mount Olivet.  He died last March and since then we ain’t had no pastor—­why I heard him say more’n once from the pulpit that folks can’t be saved from sin till they get to heaven.”

All this Jake said and a great deal more.  He talked himself hoarse and used up all his choicest terms in extolling the name of Mount Olivet Church and all the pastors she had had since he had been a member.  All his arguments were quietly and lovingly answered by the ministers, who read to him many passages of Scripture.