He went to his window and opened it.

He was oppressed with the weight of his convictions and he felt almost suffocated with the air in the room.
He wanted to see the stars and feel the breath of the world.
The night was very still.

The clock in the First Church was just striking midnight.

As it finished a clear, strong voice down in the direction of the Rectangle came floating up to him as if borne on radiant pinions.
It was a voice of one of Gray's old converts, a night watchman at the packing houses, who sometimes solaced his lonesome hours by a verse or two of some familiar hymn: "Must Jesus bear the cross alone And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me." The Rev.Calvin Bruce turned away from the window and, after a little hesitation, he kneeled.

"What would Jesus do ?" That was the burden of his prayer.