Eight years ago after a distressing voyage, going straight from the ship to the meeting, as I entered the building, a man fell down across the doorway in a fit. The Spirit of the Lord was upon me, and I commanded the devil to leave. In my visit this year, I ventured to ask, "Does anyone remember the incident?" I spoke in English. The man did not know a word of English, he stood up, I told him to come to the platform. He said he knew the binding power of the name of Jesus, and he had not had a fit since the stranger came. I had to know Acts 2:15, and then I began to do. Oh, my
God, keep me there.
-- Smith Wigglesworth
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