To help some one who may be struggling in fetters as I was, I want to tell how I was released and led into the Light. I was raised in the Methodist Church and thought that to be a Christian meant to be a Methodist. I told my mother one day in a large crowd, with tears in my eyes, that she had rocked me in the cradle of Methodism and I never should depart from it, she and my two sisters having left that church and gone to the Baptists.
Afterwards I lost my child, and for twelve months struggled with the false claim that there was nothing without it. I then gave up Methodism and sought peace in the Baptist Church.
As I was on the eve of joining them I dreamed one night that I went to their meeting and they spread out a dinner. The minister gave me a piece of bread that was white as snow. I took it and ate it. He then offered me some meat that was burned black and very offensive. I told him I could not eat that. Then I told my sisters I could not join the Baptists, for some of their food was good and some was not.
