There was a man who went to hear Whitfield preach, and he went with his pocket crammed with stones. As Whitfield preached, he first took out one stone, and threw it behind him; and then another stone, and threw that down; until at last there was not a stone left except the one in his own breast – his heart, and even that was loosening and softening. And presently that stone changed too, and became a fountain of waters, giving glory to God in tears of sorrow, instead of remaining a hard stone of resistance. Now it may be that, if under the pretence of throwing stones at King David, we are really angry with the Bible, and want to throw our stones against the Lord God Himself – it may be that we shall empty our pockets, and throw this stone down – this objection down, and that criticism down, and the other objection down – and presently there be nothing left but our heart, and that not so stoney as it was, because it has been growing softer and softer with every foolish and perverse quibble thrown aside. Our own heart is changing. And if the first action of the new heart be to make our eyes a fountain of tears, its next may be to make life itself like a fountain of sunny and invigorating waters; and it is well even to have to weep a little, if by and by, through the softness that you have thus experienced, you obtain joyful drafts of refreshing water out of the ever flowing fountain of eternal life, that is not far off, but within your own penitent and happy breast.
God willing, through our witness to the world, many children of the Dark will become Sons of Light.