At one time while on the train in North Dakota, I sat down in the company
of twelve ministers, representing that many denominations. While listening
to them I decided that this was the time for a little fellow to keep his
mouth shut. One young minister appeared to be the leader in the discussion
standing with his Greek Testament in his hand. Finally he turned to me and
said, "Are you a minister too?" I told him I was. "What denomination do you
belong to?" I told him Church of God. "Well," he said, "If you belong to
the Church of God, you have a horn in our side." I had met three of them
once and they surely horned me. I said, "Yes, I've got a horn and I pity
the minister that hasn't got one." (The horn represents power in
scripture). "But," I said, "I use that on only one preacher." "Who is
that," he said. "The devil." "Well," he said, "If you have one you have not
showed it to us because you have kept still." Then turning, he pointed to
each of the ministers individually asking each one what visible church of
God he belonged to, and each answered, naming their own denomination. Then
he said, "I belong to the visible Church of God Congregational." I spoke up
then and said, "I belong to the visible Church of God." Then he slapped his
hand on the arm of the seat and said, "You've got me, Brother." Then I
said, "You see me, don't you?" "Yes," he said. "I see you, shake hands."
Then he asked me how far I was going, saying that he would like to have a
talk with me.
I told him I was going to Bismark, to which he said, "It is too bad that I
change at the next station."
That ended the conversation. They seemed to have no more to say.
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