The evangelist had been pleading with the audience for ten minutes
already. He was groping for a fresh approach. I flipped the pages of
the hymnal and modulated into E flat. "Just As I Am," a la Hammond
organ, trembled through the Women's Club Building.
"Oh, yes, friends, just as you are!" The preacher responded to the
music. "Just as you are, though tossed about with many a conflict, many
a doubt. Come just as you are!"
Four more minutes and I modulated again. "I Surrender All" gave him
new ammunition.
"Surrender your all to God. Determine now to follow Him all the
way, no matter what it may cost. Decide tonight to join with his last,
His remnant people, and be a part of His only true church, which keep
the ten commandments, including the seventh-day Sabbath."
The going always gets rough when the "Sabbath issue" comes around.
Few are anxious to cast their lot with a small, often ridiculed sect.
Attendance drops drastically after this subject is presented.
Why was I, at age twenty-one, playing organ for such an
organization rather than singing on a "worldly" stage?
