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major operation. Instead of improving, I greW steadily worse. Even under ether I could hear the Voice bidding me keep my early pledge to preach the Word. Finally my condition became critical, and I was taken in to a separate room to die. A nurse sat by me in the early hours of the morning, watching my flickering pulse. Through the deathsilenee. which was broken only by my own painful breathing came the Voiee of the Lord in trumpet tones, "NOW WILL YOU GO?" Lying there face to face with the Grim Reaper, I realized that I was either going into the grave or out into the field with the gospel. I made my decision and gasped out the words, "YesLord-I'll-go!" Instantly, new Hfeand warmth surged through my being. I was healed and turned over upon my side, much to the consternation of the nurse. In a few days I was up and about. An interesting thing about my healing was that, whereas children of the Lord had prayed forme to no avaihvhen 1 had been unwilling to heed the Divine call, my slightest cry, made with an obedient heart, was. accorded an instant hearing in heaven, and I was at once made whole.
"Yes, Lord, I'll go!" Over and over I kept repeating the words of the promise I had made to God and under the terms of which my life had been spared,. that I might serve. him. "Yes, Lord, rUgo!"ldid not know how or where I was to'go, but I intended to start anyhow. Like Jonah heading back toward
to whom I was a stranger. peeling potatoes. "Is there anything I can do for Jesus?" I asked. white cook's cap. I telephoned for a taxi' at eleven o'clock at night. I fen under the power at his gracious feet. "Is there anything that I can do to help you?" I halted others as I made my way through' a long line of sleepipg tents that bordered either side of the. improvised street. I wouIdgo~ But before' departing the next morning I telegraphed this message to my husband: "I have tried to walk your way and failed. saucers. be one of the workers. Savior!" But almost ~efore I knew it. be sure to let me know:' -Making my way out of the tent. of... my chIld. "Go along now! We've got the best Jersey milk in the country to make the boy grow like a weed.'"Then teU me quickly! I am desperately anxious to get into the work of the Lord. why certainly. '. Somehow it seemed the most natural thing in the." he said enthusiasticany and. He looked at me rather unseeingly and murmured abstractedly. my father and my mother (who had returned for a brief visit to the farm) were there to greet me. SEMPLE MCPHERSON Can a Woman Preach? 77 Nineveh"Jike Moses steppin~ forth to cross the Red Seal went with an haste." . and set to workwith scalding water and soap. I took the plates out of the cold greasy water. the tent and revealed two washtubs fined with dirty cups. Those upon whom I laid my hands-received the baptIsm of the Holy Ghost.. I sat on the edge of my seat under the'big canvas top. He smiled down on me from beneath his taU. I was up and praying for others who ..Mr.anotper. "Oh. "Why. waItIng for the minister to finish his sermon and give the altar can. McPherson or his mother as to the futility or ImpractIcahty of such a venture. Somehow I felt that if I was faithful in that which was least.J stood before the raised platform and beckoned to the preacher.above. When the. morning express pulled into Ingerson. would I be ableT' lstammered. and my parents urged me to attend." Again I tried to ap?logize to God and again I was stopped. I was the first one down at the mourner's bench. "Nothing that I know of now." The matter was settled. "Is tbere anything that I can do fdr Jesus?" I finally quizzed an aproned man who sat before the kitchen tent at the>end of the street." ~ It happened that. I instructed the driver to pile our sUItcases on top of the car and climbed inside. Brokenly I began to sob. if there is.Vork of the Lord! What m.of God. dear. Not feeling myseU strong enough to enter into another argu~ent w~th . clasped in one arm and R?berta sleeping in the other. wailing. Every woman can do that. . world to go back to the original starting point again and begIn my second effort from there. I'm sure I don't know. "Dear Lamb . The.scan. and cutlery. forgive me! For-" Before I~ouldfinish the words it seemed as though the Lord had pl~ced hIShand over my trembling lips. plates. In fact." Now if there is any task Idislike. let me be as one of thy hired servants. it is ." "WeU..atter that mine was the simple task oL'a kitchen maid? Was I not a part of the glorious whole that goes to make up a soulsaving constituency? I was particularly careful to wipe the handles of the cups and tureens carefully and' polish aU dishes without leaving finger marks. emptied out the tubs.inthat trunk. ' Serviceover.washing other people'sdirtychinaware. but just let me love thee and dweU In thy house. I found myself actually whistling as my fingers flew. With my infant son. "Why. right and left. I ordered him to drive to the railway depot and set out for the Canadian farm. the Lord would make me ruler over that which was more exalted. I saw a woman who appeared to. "The hot water is over on the stove. Won't you come powandwalk myway~I am sure we wiHbe happy. The suddenness and m~gnitude of this hearty reception broke my heart.unworthy to testify or preach. Roberta is out in the flower gardens already. I learned that a Pentecostal camp meeting was on in Kitchener. "Is there anything that lean do to help?" I queried. suiting his action to his words" lifted a" flap. setting about my task. "But .76 AIMEE.kn~t besIde me. The old-time anointing of the Spirit was burmng :n my soul. saying. Rolf. the children . lean in my soul but determined to obey Go." "Then here you are. What can I do?" "Can you wash dishes?" "Why. sure there is!" he answered. Ontario (then called Berlin).towels are. "There. Jesus. But I found myself completely happy as. I can wash dishes. Glory to God! I was in the\.d.Ob. there. I feel . Say no more about it." she replied unpromisingly.
As I saw them coming down the aisles. sir!" I assented eagerly.· such. dance and shout all at once.of exultatiOn swept over me that I was weak and dizzy from the sheer joy and glory of it. Butfor sheer." "Yes?" I said politely. skimmed over the Alps in an airplane. . eager questions at every opportunity. holding but some fifty chairs. "Is there anything more that I can do? What is next on the program?" "Can you wait tables?" I was asked. "Isn't there something else that lean do?" "Ca~-you-preach?" he managed in a cracked whisper. And. I thought maybe you would ~come.a wave. opened the Senate and Congress. beating~time for the singers. sailed blue Galilee. But I do recall that some eleven souls made their way lothe altar to accept the Lord. It developed that he had lost his voice. there is still none to me Hk~ that known by the soul winner when sinners burst into tears of penitence and run down the ais1es to fall at the altar of the Almighty! Standing there and looking down through swimming eyes at those first eleven converts. packed the Royal Albert Han in London. setting tables.most of the time.preached to thousands of men from the keel of the Titanic as she lay in the shipyards of Belfast. where I have promised to help for ten days in the camp meeting." "I'll be glad to go!" I told her. "You are just the one I have been looking for. then on to the neighboring city of London. yes. sir. but you asked if Icould! I caIl do all things for Christ!" My eagerness WOIlthe day. when next I asked him. My mission han is a tiny affair.leaving the one local preacher to carryon over the dosing weekend. "Well. If you have ever tried to fin up even one preacher on chicken. looked down into the actualboiHng crater of Mt Vesuvius. been submerged in a submarine. the next day. I told you that it is ahaI'd and difficult field." Happy? It seemed as though I hit every key from top to bottom that night What I may have lost in technique. praying at the<altars till after midnight. "Do you know of anything that I can do for Jesus?" "Can you playa piano?" asked one man through a mouthful of chicken. "It is a small little town where very few persons go to church. you can imagine the job of fining up scores and scores of them! But I was in a good place to ply my constaIlt. washing dishes. We have had no real revival there as far as the present generation can remember. flown in a Zeppelin..plaintive. It was heaven! Heaven! At last the major camp meeting was over. I could be ready in about two weeks' time. But remember." "Then it will afford a good school of . MCPHERSON Can a Woman Preach? 79 . The groups of min~ isters had returned to their Own pastorates. upon my word! It seems that that is the only thing left around here for you to try!" And thus it was tha. Joyously I ran~between my duties. I never directed one yet." asked an evangelist .. Tn try!" I stuttered. sir." I reasoned. 1000 percent thrills..Dishes done." . She said. I continued my round of pestering questions. I did not know that they were but the advance guard for hundreds of thousands who would follow in their steps throughout the years of my life-long ministry.t I preached my first sermon as an in&~. a really good preacher to Come. sir. shaH do my very besLWith God aU·things are possible. "But first I must run home to Ingerson to see to my babies. "Hymns? Yes. I . these are empty ··." "Then take the piano for the evening service." "Then it is settled. spoken over national radio hook-ups. While still standing there. "I live'in Mount Forest. and the task was mine. walked the streets of the Holy Land. carried away by emotion. "Y-yes. fined the Boston Gardens.78 AIMEE SEMPLE. making beds. MaIlY thrilling things have happened in my Hfe. pendent evangelist I do not remember the text of •the message. breathtaking. We are serving chicken dinner to scores of ministers in the dining tent" I fairly flew between the kitchen range and the ministerial tables. Even. It wani tedious task. "Why. I made up for in eIlthusiasm. I looked down to·find a woman tugging at my skirts. ridden on camels in the heart of Algiers. But I do know that to this very day I am still as thrilled over the sight as' upon that first occasion. I still want to laugh and cry. "Where did you lead your last one?" he smiled.experience. "Yes.have been 'way up inabaUoon. "Can you lead a choir? Our director is ill." she continued. and I don't dare ask. "Oh. received keys from m'ayors of several cities. climbed the pyramids. sir!" "Then hurry up and get your trays going.
not a word would come.sunseL How could I gain their attention? I remembered Robert Semslogan: "When in doubt. I preached to those peopkfor forty minutes. But. I shouted. I warned you when you were invited to come thaLthe people of Mount Forest are not great churchgoers and that this is a small town. "Lock that door! And keep it locked till 1 get through!" Having gotten the people. also the next night and the next. It began to wear upon my nerves. Sharpe. At the opening service I was shocked to find the place practically empty except for two men and a boy who came in that night. "Now you must not expect too much. No one stopped to look at me curiously as I stopped at the chief corner. Faith without works is dead. and '·'just stood there lifting my heart to God without speaking a singie word aloud. 1 never stqpped till I. If you are annoyed over attendance. As we walked the main street of the little farming town. We have tried them. Sharpe." "I'm afraid that isHmpo~sible. Sharpe warned. right now!" Down the main street I wended my way with a chair. you know." So. The crowd trooped out and sat on the grass while I preached on the piazza. I cried to the doorkeeper. Footsteps hurried from all directions until a sizable crowd had gathered. and they ran I in too. But the next night the same handful of persons were there again. going forth with the shining sickle of God's Word. Then 1 began to tremble. Anyway.ain thundered through ripened Canadian wheatfields. I preached to them as earnestly as I haye ever addressed the large audiences of from eighteen to thirty thousand people in later years. Minutes passed. Why not try preaching outside on the lawn?" someone suggested. You can only pray and trust the Lord to melt this town's heart. and grocery. "Wen. Arid so I had a great church after alL My dome was the . and stepped up on the tiny platform to look around the empty place. As the tr. never lowered my arms. Why waste so much energy on so few? 1 determined to have a frank talk with Mrs." I began." Yes. I started in.and dosed several times. "1 am going to help him." I replied. One would not have realized that there were so many people on the street! I opened my eyes and looked wildly around. but no one stops to listen. I felt like Ruth.. Roberta." "Well. "You know our place is very smalL" "1 cannot wait to see the mission hall wh'erel am to preach. never spoke. under a little sign bearing its name. lifted my hands high to heaven. just across the street. Victory Mission. ran in. but I never . 1 was afraid to by now. and me to Mount Forest. But they showed no inclination to leave.GanaWoman Preach? 81 At the close ofthe London meeting I collected my children and left for Mount Forest and my first small mission.. My hostess. "1 think they are alL preached up. barber shop. I was fearfuUest I. moved. Setting my down firmly just outside the curb. with desperation. quaint little bank. I mounted the tiny rostrum. I hooked my arm through its back and ran off up the street toward the mission. The sleepy little town lazed in the." 1 opined. Racing to the little platform. "Sister." I reasoned. pray. 1 have never had to seriously worry over it since that eventful day. Let's go out and hunt a real crowd.80 AIMEE· SEMPLE MCPHERSON "." "You won't have to----there it is now. there it was. "A doll's church." "What do you mean?" she asked. "How about street meetings?" "No use. My mouth merely opened. but 1 never moved." "Everyone goes to a fire.reached the door .. The crowd ran after me. and some farmers removed th~ lanterns from their wagons and tied them in the trees. the gleaner of old. Sunday momingand evening· the attendance was no better. The piano was hastily trundled out. ThatpracticaHysettled the crowd problem. "People-foHow/me quick!" Jumping down off the chair. . almost two years. Still. The next night there were as many outsidethetinyhaU as were able to get into it. this is the congregation!" "How long have you been preaching to them?" "Oh.. though I tried to speak. "Let's get out and dng the alarm. and we set out for her home. I surveyed the scene and sought to lay my plans for a siege of souls. Then a wave of interest and excitement stirred the populace. closed my eyes. bearing Rolf." Mrs. met us at the depot." 1 whispered to . "It is a lovely evening. made my way down the center aisle between some four dozen chairs. Mrs. congregation?" "Why. Nothing happened. why not try the chair-and-prayer method at some busy intersection? I can heartily recommend it and practically guarantee that it will work.Jam going out to get a crowd.could not hold their interest.the baby in my arms. Then. we passed the charactedstic general store. 1 hurried in. "w-where is your.
"I'll te.." whispered the Spirit. ministers. whether the preacher is a man or a woman.ve> been here a whole week and have never taken up a single coHection. but I'll let you have it for one hundred and fifteen. sir. you ain't no regular preacher!" I looked up into the face of the speaker. "Come on now. if you will buy it in the bag. me!" "Why/' he replied mirthfuHy. too lifeless to capture the interest of the throngs. he returned with his headgear filled to the bnm wIth coms and bills. The people wanted to hear not only of the Christ of 1900 years ago.on one condition. You worked hard for it. At the time when I began my ministry. you old tightwad! Loosen up. After the meeting J counted the.82 AIMEE SEMPLE MCPHERSON CanaWontan Preach'? 83 starry heavens. "That's ridiculous! . too sedate. Yet right at the first there was borne in upon me the realization that the popular methods oUhat day were too archaic.-. sir. disapproved all the more of a woman minister. C-couldn't you-·. Spud!" Flush~d b~t triu~". "But why do you say that? You-you are laughing. It amounted to some sixty-five dollars." Orthodox. "Wen. they reasoned.ltered . "Yep. we had the soft green velvet of the lawn. day-in-the-week revivalism. Dip deep in your jeans. it is yours.-five. lady. God bless you. of men evangelists such as Moody. "The tent is heavy and bulky . I hadn't even thought of it!" "I'll help you remedy matters right now." said self. empowering Christ of today! "Lady. Seein' as how yera preacher ." "Oh. women were well in the background of life in Canada and the United States." I opened my purse and'held the bills temptingly before him. phant. but of the living. The·· following morning. buggies." "Done! Why. All that week I preached out of doors. What kind of a preacher is that?" "It was an oversight." I apologized. For music." He took a large~ broad-rimmed straw hat and moved industriously among the crowd." he compromised. can pay no more than sixty." or "Cough up."I· fa. It should be invested in the work. Still. yes. Men largely monopolized activities outside the home. Especially was this true when my meetings departed from the funereal. "If the Lord chooses a woman to attract those to himself who otherwise might not have come. holding out his improvised collection plate and say.•. I boarded the train and went to see hhn. Place it in the bank for a rainy day.." . lady. Times had moved forward. I would not dream of putting you to so much trouble. "That is your money. Spurgeon. For pews. the gospel was ever fresh and up to date. and jn wagons. "It isthe Lord's money. The crowd grew in numbers till we had more than five hundred. treasure.• hy. hearing ofa· man in a neighboring tdwn who had a tent for sale. weutBized the crumbling edge of the piazza. If anyone hesitated to give. but the musty modes of presentation were antiquated. who among us should question the wisdom of God? We get saved just the same way. and I have a glorious revival started in Moul1t Forest. many of whom disapproved even. A woman preacher was a novelty. weather-seamed old farmer with corded muscles rippling in his brawny bare arms.!t should hold five hundred people!" W "I am so disappointed! What shaH I do?FaU rains will be coming on soon. If you do not put me to the trouble of spreading it out . vitalizing. Please load it on the train for me. So proud was I of this offering that I sat up almost aH night watching it." '-. and scores wept their way into the Kingdom."youha. there were men in denimoveraUs and women in alpaca housedresses. and th~rest ohiefly because they used novel evangelistic methods rather than the conventional and formal modes of orthodoxy.these steps to the store'" room. Bill. Women in business life and before the public eye were the exception to the rule. at. There are no strings attached to it. Seek first the Kingdom of God.. For a penitent form. and an else shan be added unto you.."· said the man. The people gaVe it willingly.Tll letcyouhave it for sixtyfive. For parishioners. sepulchrelike ritual of appointed Sundaysaud swept the country with the paeans of joyous and fervent every . anything. Williams. on bicycles. "right up . The tent originally cost me five hundred dollars." "I. the wind whispered through the pines. They arrived on horseback.Byou what I'll do for you. Sunday. "I'm only a beginner. he would just stand before the victim. They arrived on foot and in new horseless carriages. a bewhiskered. in other words.··It was all verythriUing! Great broad-shouldered farmers came down to the improvised altar and gave their hearts to the Lord.
" were the lines staring me in the face ..the pulpit.' .. tears. I've caught on a nail now.' this time to stay. take my advice: Never buy a tent in a bag! From one end to. canvas . " . that was the nad. the. and the meeting was successfully completed . "that was not God. and mildew and moths had completed the ruin.brok~nfinger-nailed hands.. And though I was dead tired as I to the platform. "No meeting tonight. and all my ingenuity was necessary to hoist the heavy poles into position. "Eek-squeek-'-r-r-rip'" The breath oozed right out of the tent and out of me too.. Yes... Th~ next dayl again took the big needle.and with canoused. So I determined to resnhat night and pinned a "little . As I looked out over the hundreds of persons seated comfortably upon.'vehicles. Preparatory to going. When we had finished. faIling-I am faIling off the roof!" At that moment hIS' trousers caught on a shingle nail. do anything.spread it on the ground. the same shan save it. Just the same. But with perspiration-damp hair su. Even then if I made iUaut in one place. Scarcely realizing what I W(iS about to do. every musdeinmybody was weary..aggling down my cheeks. "Now possibly that was not God who delIvered me after all!" After the meeting was over. The.•. Surely nobody wouIdexpect me ·to preach after such a day as this. slide sicken:ingly down.. his life for my sake and the gospels. This was. and there it opened of its own accord. By g . And the next night. the whole tent began to. ~ll directions with. the. .shriHy shrieked.. we sewed and patched and got it up. driving in tent stake~ wIth a sledge hammer and making the guy ropes secure: Wh~n It was up and decorated with mottoes and garlands of smIlax. But I did preach that night. uys all over the tent. I walked around it as proudly . The words fairly poured forth in a<stream . Securely held where he was. And the night after that. Istuck to my task.. J preached thaLnight." he cried in a frantic prayer... help me..sighed.." the note read: "The evangelist is too tired after mending the tent aU day.dark the tent looked like an inner tube all coveredvvith patchesso many patches that there seemed to be very little lefto! the original tent. Just then the wind bore down heavily upon my end of the tent.-we pray when some trouble arises . Then. "Oh-oh-oh! Lord. Painstakingly and laboriously we dragged the bIg top frOfilts hiding place and stretched it out upon the lawn. when we· stood for the first hymn aUmy ".! took my' Bible and knelt down to pray. Cand Woman Preach? 85 Back aD the meeting grpunds. A wide tear appeared about the pole directly over my head. but he that loseth. " ." . ' . In those early days of evangelistic enthusiasm everything was either the Lord or the Devil to me. Friends.. tent was alreadyfinedtocap~city~hen I mounted happily to '.as the archbIshop of Canterbury treading the aisles' of his cathedral. in my excitement I lifted up my arm to. he again lifted his voice to heaven and said. with a despairing cry '. the other my purchased meeting .to reason with ourselves. . People who ~dvance the other explanation seem somehow to me very much lIke the little boy who was slipping down the roof of the barn. Their eyes were. and.. get my canvas cathedral out of the bag. I believed that Satan was trying to break up my meeting. Poor . Nevertheless.note on the tent postponing the meeting till the morrow..•. I lost the. folds that were collapsing over us . help me:. it sagged in half a dozen others .. '.... little fellow-he was' faHing faster" every moment. raised to the billowing. The streets .. '.. Lord. "Lord. " "Q:_ho'" you say.84 AIMEE SEMPLE. I no~ had a place to shelter the people. It was the old push-pole type. I command you to stoprig~t where you are till this day's meetings are over!" And believe It a roped seam caught on a protruding nail and stayed up.·and .interest of the crowd. my j. "Come..wereO-bned In •. skirts bedraggled with dirt anddust. I was so· tired that I ached. "Never mind. The Bible' somehow fen from the bed to the floor. rips. to bed instead of preaching. too exhausted to. "In the name of Jesus. long rows of benches I had borrowed. Moreover. The tent flaps swayed mernly in the stiffening breeze.oy overflowed. sPIIlething like it! J preached as one Inspired.then.'. Then wegoLit erected again. we took the tent down and . dozens of bolt· topes. "He that saveth his life shall lose it. I give the Lord credit..house was Jull as a sieve of. Perhaps. (iUlypesof.the tent top and cried. .•. McPIiERSON. . the wind died. we begin . SIster. and worked aU morning and aU the aftemooirsewing yards and yards of canvas. I~ looked fairly wen. too· fatigued to preach.. Sharpe and all the neighbors. and his sliding stopped.I excitedly called Mrs. got a of women from the congregation to help me. The following morning was Sunday. . spreaders. al1d '.and when the darkness is past. come quickly! Come and helpm~." So· many· of us are like that little boy-." .
continually increasing in power. They were the entire world wherein I lived. I am revitalized. Imagine my surprise when I opened a letter on the top of the pile of invitations and read the postmark. in numbers. I sometimes stroked the side of the cot and feItthat I too was a soldier upon the battleground of the Lord. I am always completely refreshed the instant I stand in the pulpit. I worked by day and dreamed by night in the shadows of the tent. Arnarvelous transformation was wrought. from city officials and the best families to the most hopeless sinner. shoulders shook with inward sobs." For the two years immediately fonowing that night. they came. their faces were shining. 1 slept on a soldier~s canvas cot in aliUle tent beside the big one. You must never stop. and their huge. Long Island. "Darling.and the light flares its hallowed beacon throughout the world. In the midst of the Mount Forest meeting I received several telegrams from Harold McPherson asking me to come home and "wash the dishes. As my day. broad-shouldered farmers were converted. after hearing me speak.-'myself and the two children-and as I slept. Many souls were saved that night simply because. "Hear ye! He-a-r ye!" and along he would go to announce an auction sale. I feel the infusion of power just as does a copper wire when the electric current reaches it. They came down to the rough altar..breathed. the more strength I seem to have with which to do it. From the greatest to the least. Come down to the revival tonight and hear Sister McPherson preach the Christ who saved even me. McPherson then came·to Mount Forest and. And when the message comes. I had no idea you could preach like that. in any emergency or throughout any long-drawn siege. said. "Hear ye! Hear yet I have given my heart to Christ. The current is sent througb this human cord. in summer and in winter. He was a novel character and seemed to be the football of everyone in his drunkenness. where the lives of men and women were transformed from darkness into light. after I had mended and erected the tent. and in results at the altars. north or south. so is mystrength-' -the more I have to do. and had my being. I had not been aware that such a place existed. has that strength left me. kicked out of saloons. After he was converted. "Corona. It has'been like this since that night. The meeting went along gloriously. earning his pittance by ringing his bell up and down the street. no matter howphysicaBy. eighteen of those big. The handwriting was barely legible and had evidently been written laboriously by some good and prayerful old saint It read: . I have been praying!" Still upon my knees." Up to this time. I turned to open a pile of mail that I had dropped upon the floor. there came to me over and over the word "Corona! Corona! Corona!" So . has heard my prayer and is sending me the Corona typewriter for which. I could not beartobe out of sight of them.dependent was I upon the Lord for my daily needs that I cried out.he told me that I was the first person who had ever called him Mr. I watched my tents as a mother watches her only child. who in this instance seemed to be the town bell ringer. When at last they rose from their knees. remade alive.a footban game. Connor.86 AIMEE SEMPLE MCPHERSON Cana Woman Preach? 87 wearmessdropped from me like adoak. Never since. as I knelt inprayer. he proudly strode up and down the streets ringing his bell more loudly than ever. . No matter what labor or troubles the day brings. he. Sobered and dressed in a freshly cleaned and mended suit. or mentally fatigued they leave me. or whatnot. Mr.unclasped.. At that particular service which I had so nearly foregone." One day. Others had always called him Monkey Abe. God showed me that he would provide strength sufficient for my every need. "Bless God." I wired back that I was now an evangelist with growing success in soul winning and could never leave the field.
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