In one of the meetings that Brother Warner and his company held
in our home neighborhood my older brother had become very much
interested in the good singing of this company. He was passionately
fond of good singing, and though working hard all day, could not
stay away from the evening meetings. But he had become backward
in his spiritual life, and knew he was living far below the
standard that Brother Warner was holding up. At the close of one
of the evening services Brother Warner met my brother and asked
him how it was with his soul. The answer was this: "I simply
confess to you that I don't have enough brains to understand
sanctification." These words were spoken in a spirit of resistance
and self-justification. Brother Warner looked into his face with a
kindly and humble smile and said: "God bless you, Brother John, it
doesn't take brains."[24]