of originality, of individuality anywhere. The testimonies were as much alike as peas in a pod. I wished that somebody would jump up and say something new—something all his own. But, alas, it was the same old story, over and over and over again. I turn with a sigh of relief from this vast assortment of second-hand things to these testimonies lying on my table. ‘I was hastening on to eternal destruction when the great tremendous God met me like a lion in the way,’ says John Haime. ‘I had a hell in