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When
he finished, a man stepped from the shadows and asked, “Did you ever serve in
the Union Army?” “Yes,” Mr. Sankey answered, “in the spring of 1860.” Can you
remember if you were doing picket duty on a bright, moonlit night in 1862?”
“Yes,” Mr. Sankey answered, very much surprised. “So did I, but I was serving
in the Confederate army. When I saw you standing at your post, I thought to
myself, ‘That fellow will never get away alive.’ I raised my musket and took
aim. I was standing in the shadow, completely concealed, while the full light
of the moon was falling upon you. At that instant, just as a moment ago, you
raised your eyes to heaven and began to sing…’Let him sing his song to the
end,’ I said to myself, ‘I can shoot him afterwards. He’s my victim at all
events, and my bullet cannot miss him.’ But the song you sang then was the
song you sang just now. I heard the words perfectly: ‘We are Thine; do Thou
befriend us. Be the Guardian of our way.’ Those words stirred up many
memories. I began to think of my childhood and my God-fearing mother. She had
many times sung that song to me. When you had finished your song, it was
impossible for me to take aim again. I thought, ‘The Lord who is able to save
that man from certain death must surely be great and mighty.’ And my arm of
its own accord dropped limp at my side.” |
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Liberating
Ministry From The Success Syndrome,
K Hughes, Tyndale, 1988, p. 69 |