Marcel Dusit was found on the doorstep of Robert Poulart, son of rev. Joseph Poulart. An accompanying note stated that the baby’s name was Marcel, and was signed by a woman, who allegedly had had a short and tumultuous relationship with Robert Poulart. 4 days after leaving her child she was found dead, at the banks of the river Rhine. It is presumed she committed suicide by jumping off the bridge 3 kilometers upstream.
Under the early influence of his grandfather, Marcel too became a man of religion. An entry in his diary described his final vocation: “I remember accepting Jesus as my Savior and Lord at grandpa’s house when I was about 7 or 8 years old. Grandma had told me the plan of Salvation and when I wanted to ask Jesus to come into my heart, grandma called grandpa. He questioned me to be sure what I was doing, and then put his hand on my head and began to pray over me. I remember his prayer to God was that He would use me to minister.
Being raised by my father who didn’t take me to church, the memory of my conversion vanished from my mind until I was 19 years of age. I attended church and had stood in the pew trembling for two Sundays in a row, resisting the Holy Spirit’s calling to go down to the altar and confess Him as my Savior. This Sunday I could resist no more. I practically run down the isle before the Minister could get the invitation out of his mouth. When I got there it was like a flood tide that washed over me and took a thousand pounds off of my shoulders! As the tears poured from my eyes I thought: “I’ve felt this (the Holy Spirit) before in grandpa’s house.” And then the memory of my earlier conversion came back to remembrance. So...you might say that I had the chance to accept the Lord twice. Once is enough, but I thank God for refreshing my memory!”