If you should tell me to go to the top of the church steeple and jump off, I would readily do it, if thereby I could save my soul; but I do not know how to go to Jesus." "Repent and believe," said he, "that is all you have to do to be happy here and hereafter." "I am very sorry," I replied, "for all the evil I have done, and I believe all you tell me, and the more sincerely I believe, the more unhappy I am." With the natural reaction from despair to hope many of us imagined ourselves converted, prayed and gave our experiences in the meetings, and at times rejoiced in the thought that we were Christians--chosen children of God--rather than sinners and outcasts.
But Dr.Finney's terrible anathemas on the depravity and deceitfulness of the human heart soon shortened our newborn hopes.

His appearance in the pulpit on these memorable occasions is indelibly impressed on my mind.

I can see him now, his great eyes rolling around the congregation and his arms flying about in the air like those of a windmill.

One evening he described hell and the devil and the long procession of sinners being swept down the rapids, about to make the awful plunge into the burning depths of liquid fire below, and the rejoicing hosts in the inferno coming up to meet them with the shouts of the devils echoing through the vaulted arches.

He suddenly halted, and, pointing his index finger at the supposed procession, he exclaimed: "There, do you not see them!" I was wrought up to such a pitch that I actually jumped up and gazed in the direction to which he pointed, while the picture glowed before my eyes and remained with me for months afterward.