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'Pastor is Converted!'

A number of farmers sat together smoking and discussing the events of the day. One of them could hold back no longer and burst out bitterly, ‘Well that’s the limit – the absolute limit! What next – the pastor is converted…? And he dares to say that from the pulpit, in our church!’ Someone else said slowly, almost menacingly, ‘What did he say? He has accepted the Lord…What does he mean?’

‘Yes, that’s what I’d like to know!’

‘Nonsense! I don’t want to hear any more of it. Come let’s get home. What a pastor!’

An uproar ensued in the church and in all the neighbouring parishes.

‘Has he been a raw heathen till now? Blacks get converted. They have to be baptised by the missionary and we get reports of it at our mission conventions. We like to hear about it. We’re giving our gifts for such missionary work.’

‘Yes, of course! But this…No. You wait and see, it won’t be long before we’ll all have to get converted.’

‘Oh stop it! – that would be the last straw!’

Strange that everyone should get so excited. Of course it was unheard of. But had the divine commission not been, ‘Go,…tell them how great things the Lord has done for thee?’ Stormy weeks followed. Weeks which ran into months and years. Feelings ran high. The battle became increasingly severe the more persistently the message sought to gain entrance. Before long the congregation was divided into two camps. There were those who, although they had come faithfully to church all their lives, now realised their lost state. But the others rebelled and hardened their hearts. A few surrendered wholly to the One who had died for them; others who had resisted at first, gave in after terrible inner conflicts. Others, again, followed without their hearts being vitally touched. The pattern was typical of every place where the Spirit of God has moved in a church or a district. Soon, the tennis court lay deserted on Sunday afternoons.

The players sat in the parsonage, after the two services, to listen to an exposition of the book of Revelation. The young men and women no longer went to parties. Mothers became worried, wondering whether their daughters would ever get married if they did not go to dances. But the young people went on ahead of the old people in seeking the way of the Lord. It was like the rushing of a heavenly wind. Soon whole families were united at the cross