" None of us can remember that any day ever passed unhallowed thus; no hurry for market, no rush to business, no arrival of friends or guests, no trouble, no sorrow, no joy or excitement, ever prevented at least our kneeling around the family altar, while the High Priest led our prayers to God and offered himself and his children there.... I have heard that,in long after-years, the worst woman in the village of Tothorwold, then leading an immoral life, but since changed by the grace of God, was known to declare, that the only thing that kept her from despair and the Hell of suicide, was when in the dark winter nights she crept up close underneath my father's window, and heard him pleading in family worship that God would 'convert the sinner from the error or wicked ways and polish him as a jewel for the redeemer's crown'.
'I felt,' said she 'that I was a burden on that good man's heart, and I knew that God would not disappoint Him. That thought kept me out of hell and at last led me to the only Saviour.' "
-J.G. Paton speaking of his father on page 14 of his autobiography.
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