"Things would begin to move about 2:30 or 3 a.m. 'One-leg' would wake up as regular as clockwork, and the first sound would be the beating of the sticks together to knock off the burnt ends, and then the long, gentle phoo-oo-oo as he blew the sparks into a flame in the expert native fashion. Then on with the kettle, and soon a cup of tea would be made. By this time Bwana (C.T. Studd as called in African) would be awake. The tea is handed to him, the boy goes back to sleep again. A bible is taken down from the shelf, and Bwana is alone with God. What passed between them in those silent hours was known a few hours later to all who had ears to hear. At the native meeting in the morning lasting seldom less than three hours when Bwana took it, at the prayers with the whites at night lasting from 7 to 9 or 10 p.m., what he had seen and heard alone with God in the early morning was poured out from a heart ablaze for the salvation of men, and lips which had been touched with a live coal. He never needed more preparation for his meetings than those early hours. He didn't prepare. He talked with God, and God talked with him, and made His Word live to him. He saw Jesus. He saw men and women going in their millions to hell. And he always said that that is all the preparation a man needs for preaching the Gospel, if it be a dozen times the same day. 'Don't go into the study to prepare a sermon,' he once said. 'That is nonsense. Go into your study to go to God and get so fiery that your tongue is like a burning coal and you've got to speak.'"