 At last, the pivotal moment comes. Augustine has flung himself down under a fig tree, crying his eyes out when a most amazing thing happens. He hears the voice of a child from a house nearby, sing song, repeating over and over. Take and read, take and read. He never before heard children chant such a thing in their games. So he got up, stopped crying and took it as a divine command that he should open the Book of Scripture and read the first chapter he came upon. God would speak directly to him through his word as he had to St. Anthony. He hurried back to where Olympias was sitting and seized the Apostle's book. He opened it and silently read the first words he saw, not in rioting and drunkenness, not in the bed chamber and shamelessness, not in strife and envy, but put on the Lord Jesus Christ and make no provision for the flesh and its lusts.