The Family that Hooted at Moody. – Dwight Lyman Moody

I remember a family in Chicago that used to hoot at me and my scholars as we passed their house sometimes. One day one of the boys came into the Sunday-school and made light of it. As he went away, I told him I was glad to see him there and hoped he would come again. He came and still made a noise, but I urged him to come the next time, and finally one day he said: “I wish you would pray for me, boys.” That boy came to Christ. He went home and confessed his faith, and it wasn’t long before that whole family had found the way into the Kingdom of God.