In very early years serious impressions had been made upon the heart of Robert Moffat.  The earnest teachings of his minister, combined with his mother’s counsels and prayers, left recollections which could never be effaced.  These impressions were now to be deepened, and the good seed that had been sown to be quickened.  The Wesleyan Methodists had commenced a good work at High Leigh, and a pious Methodist and his wife induced Moffat to attend some of their meetings.  He became convinced of his state as a sinner, and unhappy, but after a severe and protracted struggle, he found pardon, justification, and peace, through faith in Jesus Christ, and henceforth his life was devoted to the service of his Lord.  Energetically he threw himself into the society and work of his new friends, but by so doing, lost the goodwill of Mr. and Mrs. Leigh, who were grieved that one in whom they took so much interest should have become a Methodist.  So were these good people despised by many in those days.

At this time Robert’s worldly prospects were brightening, and a position of honour and comfort seemed opening before him.  But the anticipations of that day were not to be.

Apparently unimportant events frequently determine the whole course of our lives, and a simple incident was now about to change the current of this young man’s life, and to convert the rising gardener into the God-honoured and much-beloved missionary.  How this came to pass we now relate: 

While at High Leigh, Robert Moffat had occasion to visit Warrington, a town about six miles distant He set off one calm summer evening.  All nature seemed at rest, and thoughts of God and a feeling of admiration for His handiworks took possession of the young man’s mind.  His life was reviewed, and with thoughts full of hope he entered the town.  Passing over a bridge he noticed a placard.  It contained the announcement of a missionary meeting, over which the Rev. William Roby, of Manchester, was to preside.  He had never seen such an announcement before.  He read the placard over and over again, and, as he did so, the stories told by his mother of the Moravian missionaries in Greenland and Labrador, which had been forgotten for years, came vividly to mind.  From that moment, his choice was made; earthly prospects vanished:  his one thought was, “how to become a missionary?”

Many difficulties seemed to stand in the way between Robert and the accomplishment of his desire, but the same Divine power which had implanted the desire, prepared the way for its fulfilment.  He visited Manchester, shortly after the event just related, to be present at a Wesleyan Conference; and while there, with much hesitancy and trepidation, ventured to knock at the door of Mr. Roby’s house and request an interview with that gentleman.  He was shown into the parlour, and the man whom he had been hoping, yet dreaded, to see, quickly made his appearance.  “He received me with great kindness,” said Moffat, “listened to my simple tale, took me by the hand, and told me to be of good courage.”