I Was Not Holy.
I was not holy, and I recognised why not. I was not meaning to be. There were one or two pet little ways of my own I meant to keep; a pet prejudice or two I meant not to lay aside, and I could see that just here was the reason of my dropping holiness out of my scheme of life and teaching. The folly of this, the absolute inconsistency of it, appeared to me; and I changed my prayer for light on holiness into a prayer for holiness, dropping my hesitations and aversions and reserves entirely. The answer to my prayer came at once; I was like the woman in the gospel, I felt in myself that I was whole of that plague.
Alexander Mackennal, 1887.