Preaching-Gifting/Calling

Mr. Spurgeon has said to-night hat he had felt like weeping. I have tried to keep back the tears, but I have not succeeded very well....
Twenty-five years ago, after I was converted, I began to read of a young man preaching in London, with great power, and a desire seized me to hear him, never expecting that, some day, I myself should be a preacher. Everything that I could get hold of in print that he ever said, I read...
In 1867 I made my way across the sea; and if ever there was sea-sick man for fourteen days, I was that one. The first place to which I came was this building. I was told I could not get in without a ticket, but I made up my mind to get in somehow, and I succeeded. I well remember seating myself in this gallery. I recollect the very seat, and I should like to take it back to America with me. As your dear Pastor walked down the platform, my eyes just feasted upon him....
It happened to be the year he preached in the Agricultural Hall. I followed him up there, and he sent me back to America a better man....
While I was here I followed Mr. Spurgeon everywhere; and when, at home, people asked if I had gone to his and that cathefral, I had to say "No," and confess I was ignorant of them; but i could tell them something about the meetings addressed by Mr. Spurgeon.
In 1872 I thought I would come over again to learn a little more, and i found my way back to this gallery. I have been here a great many times since, and I never come into this building without getting a blessing to my soul.
I think I have had a great a one here tonight as at any other time....
When I look down on these orphan boys, when I think of the 600 servants of God who have gone out from the College, of the 1500 or 2000 sermons from this pulpit which are in print, and of the multitude of books that have come from the Pastor's pen... I would fain enlarge upon these good works....
But let me just say this, if God can use Mr. Spurgeon, why should He not use the rest of us, and why should we not all just ly ourselves at the Master's feet, and say to Him, "Send me, use me"?
....Mr. Spurgeon, God bless you! I know that you love me, but I assure you that I love you a thousand times more than you can ever love me, because you have been such a blessing to me.... We may never meet again in the flesh, but by the blessing of God, I will meet you up yonder.

-Mr. Moody, Spurgeon P.171