Then he put up the proposition to those "who _have no objections_
to becoming Christians." "He will get a lot of them on this call," I
said to myself, but to my surprise, no one stirred. "Well," I thought,
"this is too bad, but why couldn't I help him out? I have no objections
to becoming a Christian," and I stood up. I slipped out of the meeting
ahead of the crowd, but in my room that night before I went to bed, I
found myself on my knees, trying to pray. I did not succeed very well.
"Oh, what's the use?" I said, "there's nothing in it." But I lay awake
far into the night, thinking, feeling the beating of my heart, wondering
what kept it going and "what if it should stop suddenly?"
But in less than a day these impressions had passed. I laughed them off
and kept on in my own way. For six weeks I steered clear of Dave, but I
did not want to lose his friendship, and then, too, I was rather curious
to find out what, if anything, he had really discovered. So, one Sunday
morning in early April, I drifted down to his home, as I had done so
many times before.
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