Lionel Fletcher tells of gospel work at 20 years old. One night a blacksmith came to cause trouble. Toward the end, he made his move, “strode to the front, threw himself on his knees, and for the first time in my life I saw a man in the grip of deep conviction of sin.” The man’s wailing drowned out the believers’ prayers but they began to sing, “O happy day when Jesus washed my sins away!” Suddenly the blacksmith rose to his feet, radiant, gloriously saved. After, an old man took the preacher by the arm, “That’s my son-in-law. Will you come home with us? My daughter will be waiting.” When they arrived, the door opened a crack to show the terrified face of a woman used to awful abuse. The father whispered, “Mary, Jim was converted tonight.” “She fastened those pathetic eyes on her husband. He stood, head bowed, sobs shaking him. She put out her arms; he picked her up and smothered her face with kisses.” Writes Fletcher, “We had peeped into heaven, and it awed us.”