One Wednesday night the minister asked me
if I would lead the prayer-meeting the following week, as he was going
away. I told him I did not know how to lead a meeting and I was afraid
to undertake it, as I couldn't preach a sermon. "Oh, that's all right,"
he said. "I'll write out something, and all you will have to do is to
study it a little, read it over once or twice, then get up and read it
off." I told him I'd try. I'd do the best I could. So he wrote about ten
sheets of foolscap paper, all about sinners. I remember there was a
story about a man going over the falls in a boat, and lots of other
interesting things as I thought. I took the paper home and studied as
hard as I could to get it into my head.
The night came on which I was to take the meeting--that eventful night
in my life. I got on the platform, took the papers out of my pocket,
and opened the big Bible at the chapter I was going to read, and laid
out the talk just as I thought a minister might do. I read the chapter,
then we had a song, then it was up to me.
Do you know I made the greatest mistake of my life that night! I went on
that platform trusting in my own strength and not asking God's help.
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