who was converted during the Hebrides revival.
One night in the meeting, I kept my eye on my mother. And I thought, Well, if this conversion doesn’t come to our home, it won’t be so bad. I can put up with it. It’s in the lives of others, but there’s something that I can’t resist. That night as I looked at my mother, I saw her taking out her handkerchief and the tears coursed down her cheeks. I thought, Oh, my, what are we going to say to Mother tonight?
Our house was very quiet that night. We moved around as if we were moving in a dream. Nobody wanted to talk. Sometimes that awareness of the presence of God comes to us in church. It was in our homes. It was there. It was in the neighbourhood. I walked the street and it seemed as if a record was going around in my mind, walking the village street: “Ho, everyone that thirsteth, come ye to the waters; and he that hath no money, come ye, buy and eat. Yea, come buy wine and milk without money and without price. Wherefore do you spend money for that which is not bread and you labour for that which satisfieth not? Hearken diligently unto Me, and eat ye that which is good. Let your soul delight itself in fatness; incline your ear and come unto Me. Hear and your soul shall live.” So it would go on to the end of the chapter.
Then–“Who hath believed our report? Unto whom is the arm of the Lord revealed? He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant and as a root out of a dry ground. He hath no form nor comeliness; when we shall see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him. He is despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. We hid as it were our faces from Him. He is despised and we esteemed Him not.” So it went on and on to the end of the chapter.
Where was I? An ungodly young girl who had no interest in church. I was in my teens. I’m walking the street and the Word of God is pounding through my consciousness. Then it came again. I remember the Word of God coming to me, walking along a dusty road from another village. “Put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.” Instinctively I stepped off the road onto the verge. I felt I shouldn’t be there, either. I went back and I felt that I shouldn’t be there, either.
I went out with Dad in the boat, looked down into the depths of the sea, watching the fish as they swam. All I could think of was that God made them. God did it. This is God’s creation. God is everywhere!
I wish I could transport you back in time to these services to sense that solemnity of eternity. Do you know what’s wrong with us today in our services? There is no awareness of eternity. No awareness of eternity. May I say sometimes that there is no relationship in our Christianity to eternity? It’s all in time and it’s all what will benefit me and it’s all to do with me and with other people. But it’s divorced from eternity.
It seemed as if, at that time, that eternity was so near. And the prayers of the people of God…Can you imagine an elder standing up to pray with his hands uplifted to God and praying for the young people of the community, the tears coursing down his cheeks? I’m sitting as a teenager holding onto my seat with the fear of God in my heart, seeing myself as he described us–on the slippery paths of darkness, slipping down, slipping down, slipping down to an endless hell. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.
In the midst of revival, one is so concerned about oneself that one doesn’t observe very much of what is happening in other people’s lives. One night I observed it. I saw what it meant to be saved. I saw what happened when Christ saved a life.