When the Holy Spirit was convicting me of sin, I had a clear and sharp sense of the justice of God. Whatever sin might be to other people, it was an intolerable burden to me. It was not so much that I feared hell, but that I feared sin. I knew that I was so horribly guilty and I remember thinking that if God did not punish me for sin, he should. I felt that the Judge of all the earth should condemn sin such as mine. I sat as my own judge and condemned myself to perish. I acknowledged that if I was God I must sentence such a guilty creature like myself to the lowest hell.
Years of despondency, awakening, this intermediate state
