Then he made them sign a covenant that they would _keep the Sabbath_, that they would not buy upon the Sabbath. Think of a man going from a heathen court where they had no Sabbath, a man brought up in that atmosphere, coming up to Jerusalem and enforcing the law of Moses! It is recorded that they brought up fish, and he would not let them into the city on the Sabbath, and the fish spoiled. After they had tried that a few times, they gave it up. If you will take your stand for God, even if you stand alone, it will not be very long before you will get other men to stand with you. God stood with this man, and he carried everything before him. I don't believe we shall have the right atmosphere in this country until we can get men who have backbone enough to stand up against the thing they believe is wrong. If it is a custom rooted and grounded for a hundred years, never mind; you take your stand against it if you believe it is wrong. If you have gatherings, and it is fashionable to have wine and champagne, and you are a teetotaler; if they ask you anywhere and you know that they are to have drink, tell them you are not going. A man said to me some years ago: "Mr. Moody, now that I am converted, must I give up the world?" I said: "No, you haven't got to give up the world. If you give a good ringing testimony for the Son of God, the world will give you up pretty quick; they won't want you around." They were going to have a great celebration at the opening of a saloon and billiard hall in Chicago, in the northern part of the city, where I lived. It was to be a gateway to death and to hell, one of the worst places in Chicago. As a joke they sent me an invitation to go to the opening. I took the invitation and went down and saw the two men who had the saloon, and I said: "Is that a genuine invitation?" They said it was. "Thank you," I said, "I will be around; if there is anything here I don't like I may have something to say about it." They said: "You are not going to _preach_?" "I may." "We don't want you. We won't let you in." "How are you going to keep me out?" I asked; "there is the invitation." "We will put a policeman at the door." "What is the policeman going to do with that invitation?" "We won't let you in." "Well," I said, "I will be there." I gave them a good scare, and then I said, "I will compromise the matter; if you two men will get down here and let me pray with you, I will let you off." I got those two rumsellers down on their knees, one on one side of me, and the other on the other side, and I prayed God to save their souls and smite their business. One of them had a Christian mother, and he seemed to have some conscience left. After I had prayed, I said: "How can you do this business? How can you throw this place open to ruin young men of Chicago?" Within three months the whole thing smashed up, and one of them was converted some time after. I have never been invited to a saloon since.