Dwight Moody, 1871

Posted: April 23, 2012 in Theology

I was crying all the time God would fill me with His Spirit.  Well, one day in the city of New York – Oh, what a day!  I cannot describe it, I seldom refer to it; it is almost too sacred an experience to name.  Paul had an experience of which he never spoke for fourteen years.  I can only say that God revealed Himself to me, and I had such an experience of His love that I had to ask Him to stay His hand.  I went to preaching again.  The sermons were not different; I did not present any new truths; and yet hundreds were converted.  I would not be placed back where I was before that blessed experience for all the world.  It would be as the small dust of the balance.

W. R. Moody, 1900, The Life of D. L. Moody, Revell, p. 149.

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