He was praying fervently for
God's grace upon "these Thy repentant creatures." Missy shut her
eyes, repented violently, and awaited the miracle. What would
happen? How would it feel, when her soul was born anew? Surely it
must be time. She waited and waited, while her limbs grew numb and
her soul continued to quiver and stretch up. But in vain; she
somehow didn't feel the grace of God nearly as much as last Sunday
when the Presbyterian choir was singing "Asleep in Jesus," while the
sun shone divinely through the stained-glass window.
She felt cheated and very sad when, at last, the preacher bade the
repentant ones stand up again. Evidently she hadn't repented hard
enough. Very soberly she walked back to the pew and took her place
between grandpa and grandma. They looked rather sober, too; she
wondered if they, also, had had trouble with their souls.
Then Brother Poole bade the repentant sinners to "stand up and
testify." One or two of the older sinners, who had repented before,
rose first to show how this was done. And then some of the younger
ones, after being urged, followed example.
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