I can see him now as he went up the middle aisle in winter wearing a clumsy overcoat, his face giving the impression of heavy, coarse features, thick lips, a commonplace nose, eyes that lacked expression, nothing to give any idea of the man as he would look after the long prayer.

When the audience reverently bowed their heads my own eyes were irresistibly drawn toward the preacher.

For he prayed as if he felt that he was addressing an all-powerful, omnipresent, tender, loving Heavenly Father who was listening to his appeal.

And as he went on and on with increasing fervour and power a marvellous change transfigured that heavy face, it shone with a white light and spiritual feeling, as if he fully realized his communion with God Himself.

I used to think of that phrase in Matthew: "And was transfigured before them, And his face did shine as the sun." I never heard anyone mention this marvellous transformation.