MY wife said to me, “I am going to that prayer meeting tonight. Mother is all changed and so is sister, and I would like to see What they do at that meeting." I felt much annoyed, but only said, "Well, wife, if you go, you are a great fool, but go if you will, they will not get me to go." She tried to persuade me to go with her, but I would not listen. I got very angry, and yet I felt afraid to say to her, "You must not go." I was very sullen and spoke little all that afternoon.
When my wife had gone to the meeting I became most miserable. I could not stay in the house, so wandered out and got to the back side of the meeting house. I tried to hear what was going on. I felt afraid my wife would get changed, and somehow thought she would. I stood awhile and began to think, "Well, there is reality in those people." I could not stand longer, so again wandered home most unhappy. I went to bed. My wife returned about ten o'clock, but I took no notice of her. She came to the side of the bed and said, "Oh! are you sleeping, Sandy? I must tell you I am saved," and she fell on her knees and praised God for saving her—she prayed for me! My whole soul was stirred, but pride and the devil would not let me own I was miserable. At last I said, with the perspiration bursting all over me, “What do you feel, Jean?" “Feel! It's no feeling, Sandy, that saves a woman! it's just believing. I believe that God speaks the truth when He says that Christ died for my sins. The Bible says if I believe this, He will give me eternal life—now I do believe it and I will never come under the sinner's judgment, for another verse says, ' There is no condemnation to them that are in Christ.' Oh, believe that, Sandy, and you will be saved and we will both then be so happy.”
How the devil did try to keep my mouth shut and prevent my owning that the Spirit of God was convincing me that I needed a Savior! At last I said, "Now, wife, pray that I may be saved.”
She prayed, and such a power of the Spirit came over me that I thought I saw the Savior on the cross. I cried out, "Oh, Jean, I see my Savior and His wounds bleed for my sins." She cried," Hold to that, Sandy," and we prayed together that all my unbelief might be taken away. She thanked God that I was saved, then I did it, too, and we slept none that night for the joy of thinking that we would never come into judgment, but that we as brands had been plucked from the burning.
The day after his conversion he went to the prayer meeting and there made full confession of what God had done for his soul. He took his place amongst the ranks of the saved. Reader, how is it with you? EXTRACTED.