I met the Rev. Frank Taylor, the pastor at Fowler.  I told him my hopeless condition.  He cheered me in every way possible.  In the evening we took a walk, and it was during this walk, while in the act of reaching my hand down to my pocket to get a chew of tobacco, that I felt a power hold back my hand, and, plainer than any spoken words, this same power told me not to touch it.  I obeyed, withdrew my hand, and at that instant the glory of God filled my heart, suffering fled from me, and in its stead came sweet peace.

I had been using enormous quantities of tobacco, and the use of this narcotic increased, if it did not aid in bringing on my appetite for liquor.  I have at times suffered keenly from suddenly renouncing its use, but from the time God fully restored me I have not tasted nor touched tobacco and whisky or any other stimulants.  Do not understand me as saying that the appetite for them is dead, or that I have had no hours of depression and struggle in which the old Satan tempted me.  I expect all my life to wage a battle against him, and to know what sorrow is and pain.  But by the grace of God I will dare to do right, and with his help I mean to be victorious in every fight against sin.  I will abase myself with a trusting heart, and shrink from all self-esteem at war with the true principles to which a follower of Christ should cling.  I will grind myself to dust if by so doing I may have God’s grace.  I fully realize that left to myself I am nothing.  Jesus is not only my Savior; he shall be my guide in all things.  His precious blood has redeemed me, and I am at rest in the shadow of the Rifted Rock.  Peace dwells within me, and joy and praise to the Father of all mercies fill my soul.  To that Father Almighty be the praise.  I earnestly desire the prayers of all Christian men and women.  Every time you pray ask God to keep and save me with a salvation which shall be everlasting.

The end.