particular text was preached on, and received his special benefit.

I am relating all these incidents because I have always believed in the
leadership of the Holy Spirit; and now, after these fifty years of work in
the ministry I am more firmly grounded in that belief than ever.

Some time later I held another meeting for Brother Millar. One afternoon,
as I sat studying, the Lord said to me, "Here is your text; you go down to
street so and so, such and such a number and preach at 2:30 this
afternoon." After lunch I said to Brother Millar, "Let us take a walk." On
coming out I said, "Is there a street in the city of such a name," stating
the name the Lord had given me? He said, "I think so; what of it?" I told
him that the Lord had given me a text to go down there and preach at 2:30.
Bro. Millar then said, "We will take a street car and go down there and
see, but I will tell you that if there is a chapel at that number you will
not get an opporunity to preach there." We boarded the street car and the
motor-man directed us to the street, and as we approached the given number
we found a chapel and a meeting in progress. We went in and sat in the back
seat. The singing had just stopped and the evangelist took his Bible and
went to the pulpit. Bro. Millar smiled and hung his head, looking at me out
of the corner of his eye, as much as to say, "I thought so." But I was
pretty sober. I took my watch out of my pocket and held it in my hand and
after the evangelist had given out his text and had spoken just seven
minutes, he closed his Bible and said, "This is queer; I cannot speak this
afternoon," and turning to the pastor, asked him whether he had the
message. The pastor replied, "Why no, I haven't even my Bible with me."
Then, looking over the audience, the evangelist said, "There must be
someone here who has the message." Pointing to me, he said, "Haven't you
got the message?" I answered, "Yes." "Then come on up here," he rejoined,
"and take the pulpit."