Baptism of Fire

On the Saturday night when Chicago was destroyed, I was preaching in Farwell Hall. We had an after meeting, and while the bells were ringing the alarm of fire, we were singing that verse—

Today the Savior calls;

For refuge fly;

The storm of vengeance falls,

And death is nigh.

Many of the young men present, who sung that hymn, were burned to death before morning—a thousand people lost their lives that night. It seemed to me that fire burnt out all my prejudices and dislikes, and I love the whole world.

—D. L. Moody

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