I was preaching in Chicago to a hall full of women one Sunday
afternoon, and after the meeting was over a lady came to me and said
she wanted to talk to me. She said she would accept Christ, and after
some conversation she went home. I looked for her for a whole week,
but didn't see her until the following Sunday afternoon. She came and
sat down right in front of me, and her face had such a sad expression.
She seemed to have entered into the misery, instead of the joy, of the
Lord.
After the meeting was over I went to her and asked her what the
trouble was.
She said, "Oh, Mr. Moody, this has been the most miserable week of my
life."
I asked her if there was any one with whom she had had trouble and
whom she could not forgive.