As in the beginning of this evangelistic work, touching scenes were witnessed every night. Souls under conviction would rush to the altar to pray while the sermon was yet being given. Fallen humanity of every type and description knelt and prayed alongside well-dressed men and women. It was not uncommon to see one remove his pipe or cigarettes from his pocket, throw them aside, and continue praying through to victory over sin. 

In a meeting one night was a man who had contemplated the murder of a number of people. After arising from prayer, he went outside, removed the revolver from his pocket and threw it over the bridge railing into the river. Another who came into the services was suffering from delirium tremens and had to be held down by the workers until they prayed for him, and cast out the demons that had him bound. 

Many a church member who professed Christianity, but had not found reality in his religion, bent his knees in prayer and shed tears of bitter repentance. Their   so-called “little” sins, when revealed in the light of God’s Word, made them feel they were the very worst of sinners. 

When my mother, the late Reverend Florence L. Crawford, opened the services at Front and Burnside, I was still unconverted. I had attended some of the meetings during the summer of 1908 on the Mt. Tabor campgrounds but failed to yield my heart to God.