A strange Command
John Egglen had never preached a sermon in his life. It was not that he didn't want to, he just never needed to. One morning the snow left his town of Colchester, England, buried in white. When he awoke on that January Sunday in 1850, he thought of staying home. Who would go to church in such weather? But he reconsidered, he was after all a deacon. And if the deacons did not go, who would? So he put on his boots, hat, and coat and walked the six miles to the Methodist Church. He was not the only member who considered staying home. In fact, he was one of the few who came. Only thirteen people were present; twelve members and one visitor. Even the minister was snowed in. Someone suggested they go home. Egglen would hear none of that. ...