I said to the elder's wife: "The Holy Spirit is evidently working on one soul--let us have a prayer meeting at your house to-night." We spent the afternoon in gathering our small congregation together, and when I got to her house it was packed to the door.

I have attended thousands of prayer meetings since then, but never one that had a more distinct resemblance to the Pentecostal gathering in "the upper room" at Jerusalem.

The atmosphere seemed to be charged with a divine electricity that affected almost every one in the house.

Three times over I closed the meeting with a benediction, but it began again, and the people lingered until a very late hour, melted together by "a baptism of fire." That wonderful meeting was followed by special services every night, and the Holy Spirit descended with great power.

My little church was doubled in numbers, and I learned more practical theology in a month than any seminary could teach me in a year.
That revival was an illustration of the truth that a good work of grace often begins with the personal effort of one or two individuals.