It was not sensational, it
came quietly; as quietly "as the daylight comes when the night is done."
It was not emotional, unless it was in itself an emotion. But emotions
are transient and this had come to stay.
With the peace, there came also something that seemed to be a
reinforcement of my life principle, an achieving power, a disposition to
dare and an ability to do that which hitherto had seemed impossible; and
the petty pessimism of the past gave way before this new consciousness.
With this deep incoming tide of peace and power came a clearing of the
mental atmosphere, and I saw that the fog had lifted. When I saw this, I
said to myself quietly, "I think I am a Christian," and almost
immediately added, "I am a Christian!"
The fog had passed, and the drifting was over; I had come within sight
of land. What land it was I did not then know, but it proved to be a new
world. How great it is I do not yet fully understand, but I have been
exploring it thirty years and I think it is a continent.
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