There is a certain famous preacher, perhaps the leading man in
his denomination, against whom I have had a prejudice which has
been slowly increasing for the last twenty-five years. When he
used his influence a few years ago to prevent the recognition in
a great ecclesiastical council of two of the noblest spiritual
leaders of this generation, because of their adherence to the
old-fashioned faith and methods, my bump of prejudice against
that man reached full-sized proportions.
It was my lot very recently to be a member of a house of
mourning where this same minister was the officiating clergyman,
and I had to meet him personally. But when he had finished his
prayer, my prejudice had all melted away like dew before the
rising sun, and I felt like rushing up to him, putting an arm
in his, and saying, “You didn’t do it, did you? I’m sure I’ve
misunderstood; please set me right about yourself.”--GEORGE
W. COLEMAN, “Searchlights.”
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