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DEAR MR.
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I know you
will be glad to learn that I have received my Pentecost with its seal of the New
Testament evidence. You will remember I was with you for a week-end and
enjoyed it very much, and since that you have mingled in our prayers and in
our remembrance continually. I know I ought to have come through when I was
with you, I do not know what hindered, unless that I limited the power of the
atoning blood of Christ, which alone gives entrance to the “Holiest of All.”
But now, bless God the Lord, there is sufficiency in His Cross Work,
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I “came through” as it is called, not
unaptly, for it is a coming through to the bleeding feet of Christ--in the
kitchen of our dear brother, Mr. Andrew Murdoch, the Leader at the Westport
Hall, Kilsyth, where perhaps 200 have been sealed. Not two of us come through
alike, I was three hours on my back, and when I was in that lowly position, I
stripped myself of every hindrance or anything that would in any way prove a
hindrance, and offered my vows unto God, at any cost or with any price, but
“Give me my Baptism.” I said, “Lord, I mean what I say, You will lift a
corpse off this floor, but I will see you face to face in this Fiery
Baptism.” I flung all shame and care to the winds, I feared nobody, I cared
not what might be, only His work would be done in me. I was not long in that
position when I found I had spiritual enemies hindering my getting through. I
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I BEGAN TO
PLEAD THE BLOOD. |
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I assured
myself and Satan that it was the all-atoning Blood, and that Jesus was both
Lord and Christ. I pleaded on. I felt myself making head way and renewed my
plea of the Blood. Here I began to Iose all my English save the one word “Blood,”
and that seemed getting away. When I began to get on the Bar and felt myself
lifting and shaking, but moving forward, at this point, those who were
looking on said I faltered twice, but another wave of power coming swept me
right in to the sea of Pentecostal Fulness with its unmistakable seal. My
English having gone and now, filled with God, I felt impelled to speak and
praise God, so I began to speak in three different tongues, a few words in
Hebrew, more in an East African Bantu tongue like Swahelli, and what was
taken to be an Indian dialect. While in this condition I was taken to the
16th of Mark’s Gospel where the promise is, “these signs shall follow them
that believe,” and then, in an unknown tongue, I went over the signs
following, again and again God writing them on my mind as I went over that
tongue. AIl this time I was enjoying the Lord, clapping my hands and praising
Him. I wanted the people to leave the room, and to let me lie there till
daylight in the morning, so much was I enjoying it, but I had no English to
speak to them. I called to them in other tongues but they did not understand
me, so, as the night (or early morning) wore on, I got up, staggering like a
drunken man filled with new wine. The Comforter had come; the fire was burning
in my breast, and the more desire I have for Him the more warm does this fire
burn in my body. What is this but just the Holy Spirit in His Temple, like
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Yours
under His Seal, till He comes. |
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JOHN
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From: Confidence, No. 1, April 1908, pag.
12, 13, |