By E. M. Bounds
During the great Welsh revival a minister was said to be very successful in winning souls by one sermon that he preached. Hundreds were converted. Far away in a valley the news reached a brother minister of the marvelous success of this great sermon. He desired to find out the secret of this manís great success.
He walked the long way and came to the manís poor cottage, and the first thing he said was, "Brother, where did you get that sermon?" He was taken into a poorly furnished room and pointed to a spot where the carpet was worn threadbare, near a window that looked out upon the everlasting hills and solemn mountains and said,
"There is where I got the sermon. My
heart was heavy for men. One night I knelt there and cried for power as I never
had before. The hours passed until midnight struck, and the stars looked down on
a sleepy world, but the answer came not. I prayed on until I saw a faint streak
of gray shoot up, then it was silver--then the silver became purple and gold.
Then the sermon came and the power came and men fell under the influence of the
From A Treasury Of Prayer