Daniel Whittle shares another account from the Prayer Meeting Revival:
In the last fourteen years I have stood beside the deathbeds of eight who were near and dear to me, and the last words that each spoke to me as they were leaving the world were, “Will you not meet me in Heaven?”
I have been a wayward child. Eight years ago I became addicted to strong drink. I became a drunkard, which brought my dear old father down to an untimely grave. I made a promise on his death-bed that I would not drink any more, and for six long years I kept that promise, but at last I broke it.
I again became a drunkard, which began to tell on my wife. I promised her that I would not drink, but that promise was broken time after time.
Within this year, in the week of prayer, I attended the prayer-meetings, asked prayers for me, and on the night following, I erected the family altar, which had for four years been neglected, and, thank God, it is there yet.
I am now trusting in the promise that He will not let his children be tempted beyond what they are able to endure.
