I turned my back on it.

I gave it up, having made up my mind beforehand that if I did go in for God I would do so with all my might.

Rather than yearning for the world's pleasures, books, gains, or recreations, I found my new nature leading me to come away from it all.

It had lost all charm for me.
What were all the novels, even those of Sir Walter Scott or Fenimore Cooper, compared with the story of my Saviour?
What were the choicest orators compared with Paul?
What was the hope of money-earning, even with all my desire to help my poor mother and sisters, in comparison with the imperishable wealth of ingathered souls?
I soon began to despise everything the world had to offer me.
"In those days I felt, as I believe many Converts do, that I could willingly and joyfully travel to the ends of the earth for Jesus Christ, and suffer anything imaginable to help the souls of other men.

Jesus Christ had baptised me, according to His eternal promise, with His Spirit and with Fire.
"Yet the surroundings of my early life were all in opposition to this whole-hearted devotion.