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While
holding meetings some years ago in Valparaiso, Indiana, a mother
gave this testimony: "I was left with five children. My oldest boy
became wicked and I could do nothing with him; he would lie and steal, and I
began to think that I would have to put him in the reformatory. One night I
dreamed that a voice came to me telling me to read the Bible with my
children. I had never read the Bible with my children, though I had a
beautiful one for an ornament on the parlor table. I began to read it with
the children, and, oh, what a difference it made in our home! The children
would gather around me as gentle as kittens, and my eldest boy, two or three
days after I commenced, broke down and, putting his arms around my neck,
promised he would be a good boy and be saved. Truly, 'the entrance of thy
word giveth light.'" -- Norman V. Williams
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