Sunday,
July 21, 2013
PLEAD FOR THE
SHOWERS
Let's read Ps. 126...
When
the LORD brought back the captivity of Zion, We were like those who dream. 2
Then our mouth was filled with laughter, And our tongue with singing. Then they
said among the nations, "The LORD has done great things for them." 3
The LORD has done great things for us, And we are glad. 4 Bring back our
captivity, O LORD, As the streams in the South. 5 Those who sow in tears Shall
reap in joy. 6 He who continually goes forth weeping, Bearing seed for sowing,
Shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, Bringing his sheaves with him.
"Those who sow in tears shall
reap in joy. He who continually goes
forth weeping, bearing seed for sowing, shall doubtless come again with
rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."
Sowing with tears results in reaping with joy. The writer then gives an agricultural
illustration, but it's kind of messed up.
The farmer goes and sows his seed, but he doesn't usually do it
weeping. The farming illustration cannot
quite picture the reality. This farmer
who earnestly sows his seed will, without doubt, end up bringing his sheaves
(his crop) with rejoicing. But where do
the tears come in? Regardless of how
this may be applied at the time it was written, no one can deny its application
for the follower of Jesus Christ. The
seed we sow is the Word of God, the gospel of Jesus Christ. Jesus Himself told the parable of the sower,
and He explained that the seed was the Word.
But we are not called to simply sow, but to go forth with weeping. As we weep over those who are lost without
hope, we sow into them the Word of God, the gospel of Jesus Christ. And, without doubt, we will come rejoicing,
bringing with us those who repent and put their trust in our Lord Jesus.
But what is that seed? What is the Word of God we sow? What is the gospel of Jesus Christ? Some of us will say, "We know that. We understand the gospel." If we do, may the Lord bless us with greater
understanding, the kind of deep understanding that will stir us to the action
of that sinful woman who came into the presence of Jesus, anointed His feet,
and wiped them with her hair. Though the
Pharisee who was hosting Jesus viewed her as a terrible sinner, Jesus said that
"her sins, which are many, are forgiven, because she loved much. But to whom little is forgiven, the same
loves little" (Luke 7:37). He was
not saying that her love earned forgiveness, but that her love was evidence of
great forgiveness. Brothers and sisters,
when we are gripped by the grace of God in the gospel of Christ, we will love
much, so much that it won't matter what anyone else thinks or what it costs us
to pour out our love upon our Lord.
I know the gospel is not having the
full effect among us that God intends, because we are not broken over sin. We who profess Christ become far too
comfortable with our sin. You who are
dead in your trespasses and sins, aren't greatly troubled about that fact. You live as though you had another hundred
years to come to repentance and faith.
The truth is, you may not have another 100 hours before you stand before
the Lord. And if you continue in your
sin, you will hear Him say, "I never knew you. Depart from me." And some of you who profess Christ are not
stirred by the gospel to face the question, "Do I really know Christ? Or am I just hoping that I will be
okay?" When you are gripped by the
gospel of Jesus Christ, you won't be able to linger in such uncertainty.
So hear the gospel again and again
and again. Hear it from the
preacher. Read it from the Word. Rehearse it in your closet until you can
think of nothing else, for I assure you that nothing else matters. Let me plant the seed in the mind and heart
of every person here this morning.
God is holy! Of no one else will it ever be said, "In
the beginning he created the heavens and the earth." Almighty God stands alone as the Creator and
Sustainer of this universe. "There
is none holy as the Lord" (I Sam. 2:2).
Not only does He exercise absolute power over everything and everyone He
created, but He is also perfectly righteous.
And because He is righteous, He hates unrighteousness. He abhors sin and will judge it. Listen to the stern words of Psalms
11:4-7...
The
LORD is in His holy temple, The LORD'S throne is in heaven; His eyes behold,
His eyelids test the sons of men. 5 The LORD tests the righteous, But the
wicked and the one who loves violence His soul hates. 6 Upon the wicked He will
rain coals; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind Shall be the portion of their
cup. 7 For the LORD is righteous, He loves righteousness; His countenance
beholds the upright.
If you didn't get the picture,
understand that while God is righteous, man is unrighteous. From the time Adam sinned in the garden,
human beings have come into this world dead in their trespasses and sins (Eph.
2:1). That tiny baby who may appear
sweet and innocent is already infected with the most serious disease on the
planet, and that disease is sin. That
infant is spiritually dead, cut off from God.
Why? Because sin has a wage. Paul put it bluntly, "The wages of sin
is death" (Rom. 6:23). That
includes spiritual death, being cut off from God; physical death -- separation
of the spirit from the body; and eternal death, separation from the loving
presence of God for all eternity, everlasting punishment in hell. Yes, the righteous God will judge every sin
of the human race. There will be no
exceptions.
How man loves to
boast of his knowledge and power, but when it comes to the eternal realities,
man is powerless. No man can quit
sinning. No one can earn
forgiveness. No one can escape the
burden and guilt of the sin that clings to him.
We can't be religious enough or good enough to earn God's
acceptance. But what if a person just
decides to drop out and say, "I don't want to play. Just pass me by. I don't want to be included"? There is no escape. "It is appointed unto man once to die,
but after this the judgment" (Heb. 9:27).
No man or woman in this world has the power to shortcircuit the
righteousness and judgment of God. As
surely as the sun rose this morning, you will give account to God. The only reasonable response of sinful man is
to cry out for mercy.
"But when the fullness of the
time had come, God sent forth His Son..." (Gal. 4:4). Now we come to John 3:16, "For God
so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth
on Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." That's a great truth, but we are not ready
for that truth until we understand who Jesus is and why He came. We cannot go from the sufficiency of man to
John 3:16. Until there is brokenness
over sin, we only see a twisted version of John 3:16.
The only begotten Son of John 3:16
came to save sinners who have rebelled against God, sinners who have repaid the
kindness of their Creator by spitting in His face and saying, "No, thank
you. I will do things my way." If you don't believe that description fits
you, then you have never known the Son of God.
Jesus not only taught the truth perfectly and performed astonishing
miracles, but He came as a man so that He might bear the sins of man. "In this is love, not that we loved God,
but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins"
(I
John 4:10). Yes, He was the
sacrifice who bore the wrath of God. It
pleased the Lord to crush His Son (Is. 53:10).
All the punishment I deserved was poured out on the holy and righteous
Son of God. He who had nothing but love
for sinners. He was punished for us who
hated His Father. "God made him to
be sin for us, who knew no sin, that we might be made the righteousness of God
in Him" (II Cor. 5:21).
God is true to His Word. He preserved His righteousness by punishing
my sin in Jesus. God never overlooks
sin; He punishes it. That is why Jesus died
on the cross, to bear the punishment I deserved. He died for my sins, but He was raised by the
glory of the Father. We look around and
conclude that these people are alive, but Jesus is even more alive. Though we do not see Him, He lives and will
never die again. He has life; He is
life, even eternal life. That same Jesus
said, "Because I live, you shall life also" (John 14:19).
That is the gospel, and Jesus told
us how we are to respond: "The time
is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand. Repent, and believe in the
gospel" (Mark 1:15). The gospel
is indeed good news, but it calls for repentance and faith. When a bad man is confronted by the good
news, the only reasonable response is brokenness and on-our-face submission to
the Christ who loved us and gave Himself for us. We are the bad men, and women, and young
people. The most amazing truth is that
Jesus, who alone is good, righteous, and holy, stands ready to receive us,
pardon us, and give us His very life.
That is what it means to be justified by His grace through faith.
Pray
This morning we sang that old hymn,
"Showers of Blessing." I put
the words in the bulletin so you can sing it at home. I believe the course of this hymn can and
should be our prayer in these days...
Showers, showers of
blessing;
Showers of blessing we
need.
Mercy drops round us are
falling,
But for the showers we
plead.
We saw the physical illustration of
it this past week. Day after day the
clouds loomed overhead. Now and then we
would get a sprinkle. One afternoon early
in the week we were blessed with a tenth of an inch. I checked the rain gauge Thursday morning to
find that we had one. One what? Not one inch; not one tenth; but one tiny
drop. We want to say, "Thank you,
Lord, for the few drops that we have received, but we are begging you for the
showers. Please bring the rain."
Do you see it? Mercy drops 'round us are falling. I see a man who is going through the fire,
but the Lord is teaching him that His grace is sufficient, that he can rest in
the Lord. I watch a sister quietly trust
the Lord day in and day out, crying out to the Lord for the salvation of those
around her, quietly trusting that He will answer. I see another reaching out to those who are
hurting. Another is experiencing the
kind of healing that only the Lord can bring.
Some of us are aware that the Lord is indeed answering prayer. We don't want to make light of any of these
things. We should not despise the day of
small things, as we read in Zechariah (4:10).
These are mercy drops, but for the showers we plead. We are grateful for the little rain the Lord
has brought, but we desire more. In an
even greater way, we are thankful for His work in our lives, but we long for
more, much more.
When I encourage us to pray for
revival, I am simply saying, "Let's plead for the showers of blessing." Not so we can feel good, but that we may be a
blessing to others for the glory of our Lord.
Praise God that we have the Word and the Spirit, and surely He is
sufficient. But somehow we have learned
to depend upon ourselves and are largely blind to the great working of His
Spirit. May we long for more. "O God, thou art my God. Early will I seek thee. My soul thirsteth for thee; my flesh longeth
for thee in a dry and thirsty land where no water is. To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have
seen thee in the sanctuary" (Ps. 63:1-2). Mercy drops 'round us are falling, but for
the showers we plead.
Down through history there have been
times when God has chosen to bring the showers, to pour out His Holy Spirit
upon His church. This morning I want to take
some time to share one of those times with you.
I am going to read you the account of a great revival that took place in
the Hebrides Islands, off the coast of Scotland, beginning in 1949. It will take a while to read it, so please be
patient with me. Why read this long
account? In order to remind us that we
serve a mighty God who is able to break into the normal affairs of men and
women like us and do a mighty work. May
the Lord use it to whet our appetite to plead for the showers of blessing.
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It was an incredibly deep work of the Holy Spirit, in which the awareness of the presence of a holy God was so overwhelming, the fear of God and the conviction of sin were so great that in a matter of hours, or even minutes, church buildings became crowded without any advertising or any information being given out, with hundreds of men and women crying to God for mercy before they even got near a church building or a house meeting; hundreds of people’s lives radically altered, and whole communities changed. Rarely, if ever, in the history of the world, has such an outstanding work been witnessed.
In October 1949, The Free Church Presbytery of Lewis met in the town of Stornoway, to consider the terrible drift away from the ordinances of the church, especially by the young people of the island, and the dearth of conversions in their congregations. While the haunts of sin were crowded, churches were almost empty. In many places youth had almost disappeared from the House of God and it seemed only a matter of time before many churches would have to close their doors. A resolution was passed, calling upon all their faithful people to take these matters to heart, to view with deep concern the inroads made by the prevailing spirit of the day, to examine their lives in the light of their responsibility, to repent and return again to the Lord, whom they had so grieved with their iniquities and waywardness. Especially did they warn their young people, of the devil’s man traps, the cinema, and the public house. This declaration from the presbytery was read in all the congregations, and published in the local press.
Among the people who were specially concerned about the situation were two sisters, Peggy and Christine Smith, one of them, 84 years of age and blind, while the other was 82 and crippled with arthritis. They were greatly burdened because of the appalling state of their own parish, for not a single young person attended public worship, so they made it a special matter of prayer.
Duncan Campbell wrote, "A verse gripped them: ‘For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground’ (Isaiah 44:3a). They were so burdened that both of them decided to spend a long time in prayer twice a week. On Tuesdays and Fridays they got on their knees at ten o’clock in the evening, and remained on their knees until three or four o’clock in the morning; two old women in a very humble cottage.
One night, Peggy had a vision, and in the vision she saw the church of her fathers crowded with young people, packed to the doors, and a strange minister standing in the pulpit. She told her sister that revival was coming to the parish, and was so impressed by the vision that she sent for the parish minister. And he, knowing the two sisters, and knowing that they were two women who knew God in a wonderful way, responded to their invitation and called at the cottage. The parish minister was a God fearing man, a man who longed to see God working. He had tried many things to get the youth of the parish interested, but without success. ‘I'm sure, Mr. McKay,’ she said, ‘that you're longing to see God working. What about calling your office bearers together, and suggest to them that you spend two nights a week; waiting upon God in prayer. You've tried mission, you've tried special evangelists, but have you really tried God? If you gather your elders together, you can meet in another cottage, and as you pray there, we will pray here.’
I tell you, she was a wonderful old woman. So, he meekly obeyed, and said, ‘Yes, I'll call the session together, and I will suggest that we meet on Tuesday night and Friday night, and we'll spend the whole night in prayer’. Here were people who meant business. The dear old lady said, ‘Well, if you do that, my sister and I will get on our knees at ten o'clock on Tuesday and on Friday, and we'll wait on our knees till four o'clock in the morning’. I tell you, this puts us to shame."
So the minister called his elders together, and seven of them met in an old cottage used as a storage barn, to pray on Tuesdays and Fridays, and the two old women got on their knees and prayed in their old cottage at the same time.
They stood upon the words of Isaiah 62: ‘For Zion’s sake, I will not keep silent, and for Jerusalem’s sake, I will not rest, until her vindication goes forth as brightness, and her salvation as a burning torch….Upon your walls O Jerusalem, I have set watchmen. All the day and all the night, they shall never be silent. You who put the Lord in remembrance, take no rest and give Him no rest, until He establishes Jerusalem, and makes it a praise in the earth.’ (Is. 62:1. 6-7); and they claimed that one promise from God, "For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground:" (Isaiah 44:3a) They were there to do business with God, to spend the night on the walls of Zion, to plead with God that He would come and make bare His holy arm.
They all continued in this way for some weeks until November. Then, one night, as the men were kneeling there in the old cottage and pleading the promise, one of the men, a deacon in the Free Church, got up and read Psalm 24: 3-5 ‘Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord, or who shall stand in his holy place? He who has clean hands, and a pure heart; who has not lifted up his soul to what is false, nor sworn deceitfully, he shall receive the blessing [not a blessing, but the blessing], from the Lord’. Then that young man closed his Bible, and looking down at the minister and the elders, he spoke these crude words (but perhaps not so crude in our Gaelic language): ‘It seems to me to be so much humbug to be praying as we are praying, to be waiting as we are waiting, if we ourselves are not rightly related to God.’ And then he lifted his two hands and prayed, ‘God, are my hands clean? Is my heart pure?’
But he got no further. That young man fell to his knees, and then fell into a trance and lay on the floor of the barn. In the words of the minister, at that moment he and the other intercessors were gripped by the conviction that a God-sent revival must ever be related to holiness and godliness. Are my hands clean? Is my heart pure? This is the person whom God will trust with revival.
When that happened in the cottage, at 4 am, the power of God swept into the parish, and they moved out of the realm of the common and the natural into the sphere of the supernatural. In the little cottage where the two old women were praying, heaven swept down, and glory crowned the place. Peggy spoke to her younger sister and said, ‘He has kept His promise, for He is a covenant keeping God.’ An awareness of God gripped the whole community, and on the following day, the looms were silent, and little work was done on the farms as men and women gave themselves to thinking about eternal things, and were gripped by eternal realities. People were meeting in groups, young men were gathering in a field, and began to talk about this strange consciousness of God that had gripped the community. The Holy Spirit began to move among the people, and the minister, (writing about what happened the following morning) said this, ‘You met God on meadow and moorland. You met Him in the homes of the people. God seemed to be everywhere.’
One of the sisters sent for the minister. And she said to him: ‘I think you ought to invite someone to the parish. I cannot give a name, but God must have someone in His mind, for I saw a strange man in the pulpit, and that man must be somewhere. Invite someone from The Faith Mission.’ She said this because forty five years previously, the two sisters had had been led to Christ through a Faith Mission Missioner [ary]. How amazingly the Lord works.
Well, the minister that week was going to one of our great conventions in Scotland. At that convention, he met a young man who was a student in college, and knowing that this young man was a God-fearing man, a man with a message, he invited him to the island. ‘Won’t you come for ten days, a ten-day special effort, as we feel that something is happening in the parish, and we would like you to attend.’ This minister said, ‘No, I don’t feel that I am the man, but quite recently there has been a very remarkable move in Skye under the ministry of a man by the name of Campbell. I would suggest that you send for him.’
[Duncan Campbell:] In a matter of days I received a letter inviting me to the island. I was at that time in the midst of a very gracious movement on the island of Skye. It wasn't revival, but men and women were coming to Christ, and God was being glorified in the number of prominent men who found the Saviour at that time. So I received this invitation to go to Lewis for ten days, and I wrote back to say that it wasn't possible for me to do that, because I was involved in a holiday convention on the island, and the speakers were arranged, and accommodation in the different hotels for the people that were coming from all over Britain. The minister received the letter, went to the old lady, and read the letter to her, and this is what she said, ‘Mr. McKay, that is what man is saying, but God has said something else, and he will be here within a fortnight’. I tell you, the convention wasn't cancelled then, but she knew. Oh, my dear people listen: ‘The secret of the Lord is with them that fear him:’ (Psalm 25:14a), and she knew Gods' secret.
I shall never forget the night that I arrived at the pier in the mail steamer. It was the 7th of December. I was met at the pier by the minister, and two of his office bearers. Just as I stepped off the boat, an old elder came over to me, and faced me. ‘Mr. Campbell, can I ask you this question? Are you walking with God?’ Oh, here were men who meant business, men who were afraid that a strange hand would touch the ark. I was glad to be able to say, ‘Well I can say this, that I fear God.’ The dear man looked at me and said, "Well, if you fear God, that will do."
I went to the church, and preached to a congregation of about three hundred, and I would say it was a good meeting. A wonderful sense of God, something that I hadn't known since the 1921 movement, but nothing really happened." It was the same for the next three nights." Then, according to James Murray McKay, "on Sunday the 11th, the awakening broke out in the church at Shader. It was a real privilege to worship the Lord on that night, listening to the large congregation singing heartily and tunefully the metred Psalms 50 and 132." How the elders who had prayed through in the barn cottage must have rejoiced to hear those psalms sung. But still no breakthrough had been made.
"I pronounced the benediction," said Duncan Campbell, "and I was walking down the aisle, when a young man, a deacon from the church, (according to one record, the man who had prayed the prayer of confession from Psalm 24 in the barn cottage), came to me, and said, ‘Don’t be discouraged. God is hovering over us, and He'll break through any moment. I can already hear the rumbling of heaven’s chariot wheels.’ Well, to be perfectly honest, I didn't feel anything, but here was a man much nearer to God than I was. Oh, he knew the secrets, and could talk in heaven’s language. We moved down the aisle, and the congregation moved out, except this man and myself. He lifted his two hands, and started to pray, "God you made a promise to pour water on the thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground, and you're not doing it". He prayed, prayed, and prayed again, until he fell again onto the floor in a trance. He lay there with me standing beside him for about five minutes, and then the doors of the church opened, and the local blacksmith came back into the church and said, ‘Mr. Campbell, something wonderful has happened. We were praying that God would pour water on the thirsty and floods upon the dry ground, and listen, He’s done it! He’s done it!" Will you come to the door, and see the crowd that's here?’
I went to the door, and, even though it was eleven o'clock at night, there must have been a crowd of between six, and seven hundred people gathered around the church. Now, where did the people come from? How did they know that a meeting was to be held in the church? Well, I cannot tell you, but I know this, that from village and hamlet the people came. Were you to ask some of them today, ‘What was it that moved you?’ they wouldn't be able to tell you. Only that they were moved by a power that they could not explain, and the power was such as to make them realize that they were hell deserving sinners! Of course the only place they could think of, where they might find help, was at the church building. So here they were, between six, and seven hundred of them. I believe that very night God swept down in Pentecostal power, and what happened in the early days of the apostles was now happening in the parish of Barvas.
There was a dance in progress that night in the parish, and while this young man was praying in the aisle; the power of God moved into that dance, and the young people, over a hundred of them, fled from the dance, as though fleeing from a plague, and they made for the church. They hadn’t been thinking of God or eternity. God was not in any of their thoughts. They were there to have a good time, when suddenly the power of God fell upon the dance. The music ceased, and in a matter of minutes, the hall was empty. They stood outside, saw lights in the church, knew that it was a house of God, so they went over to it.
Other people who had gone to bed, got up, got dressed, and made for the church. There had been no publicity, except an announcement from the pulpit on the Sabbath that a certain man was going to be conducting a series of meetings in the parish for ten days. But God took the situation in hand. He became His own publicity agent. A hunger and a thirst gripped the people. At least six hundred of them were now at the church standing outside.
This dear man stood at the door, and suggested that we might sing a song. They gave out Psalm 126 ‘When Zion's bondage God turned back, as men that dreamed were we, then filled with laughter was our mouth, our tongue with melody.’ They sang, and they sang, and in the midst of it, I could hear the cry of the penitent, I could hear men crying to God for mercy, and I turned to the elder and said, ‘I think we had better open the doors again, and let them in.’ Within a matter of minutes, the church was crowded, even though it was now a quarter to twelve. A church to seat over eight hundred was now packed to capacity. I managed to make my way through the crowd along the aisle toward the pulpit. There I found a young woman, a teacher in the grammar school, lying prostrate on the floor of the pulpit praying, "Oh, God, is there mercy for me? Oh, God, is there mercy for me?" She was one of those at the dance. But she was now lying on the floor of the pulpit crying to God for mercy. God was at work, and the old lady's vision of a church crowded with young people, as well as old, had now become a reality.
That meeting continued until four o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t tell you how many were saved that night, but of this I am sure, that at least five young men who were saved that night are ministers today in the Church of Scotland.
At four o’clock we decided to make for the manse. So we left them there, and just as I was leaving the church, a young man came to me and said, ‘Mr. Campbell, I would like you to go to the police station, for there must be at least four hundred people gathered around there just now.’ A crowd of men and women, from a neighbouring village, five or six miles away, had been so convicted by God, that they found them-selves moving to the police station, because the constable there was a God fearing, and well saved man, and next to the police station was the cottage in which the two old women lived. People knew that this was a home that feared God. I believe that that had something to do with the magnet, the power that drew men. Now, if anyone would ask them today, ‘Why? How did it happen? Who arranged it?’ they couldn’t tell you. This is the moving of God’s Spirit, I believe, in answer to the prevailing prayer of men and women who believed... God...
I went along to the police station. As I was walking along that country road, (we had to walk about a mile), I heard someone praying by the roadside. I could hear a man crying to God for mercy. I went over, and there were four young men on their knees. Yes, they had been at the dance, but now they were there, crying to God for mercy. One of them was under the influence of drink, a young man who wasn’t twenty years of age. But that night God saved him, and today he is the parish minister and a man of God. He was converted in the revival with eleven other men who were to serve in his presbytery, a wonderful congregation.
When I got to the police station, I saw something that will live with me as long as I live. I didn’t preach; there was no need of preaching. We didn’t even sing. The people were in great spiritual distress. Under the still, starlit sky, with a bright moon shining down on us, and angels, I believe, looking over the battlements of glory, were men and women on the road, others by the side of a cottage, and some behind a peat stack, all crying to God for mercy. Oh, the confessions that were made! There was one old man crying out, ‘Oh, God, hell is too good for me, hell is too good for me!’ That is Holy Ghost conviction! Yet from the group of young men who sought the Lord that night; there are nine in the ministry today.
Now that was on the very first night of a mighty demonstration that shook the island. Let me restate, that was not the beginning of revival; revival began in a prayer meeting. Revival began in an awareness of God. Revival began when the Holy Ghost was poured out through the consecration of two groups of people, and in particular, one man. The awakening had now begun.
The events of the second night at Barvas will never be forgotten by those who were privileged to attend. Buses came from the four corners of the island, crowding the church. Seven men were being driven to the meeting in a butcher's van, when suddenly the Spirit of God fell upon them in great conviction, and all were converted before they reached the church! As the preacher delivered his message, tremendous conviction of sin swept down upon the people! Tears rolled down the faces of the people, and from every part of the building came cries of men and women crying for mercy. So deep was the distress of some that their voices could be heard outside in the road.
After that, we were at it night and day, with God drawing crowds of people. I remember one night it was after three o’clock in the morning, and a messenger came to say that the churches were crowded in another parish fifteen miles away; crowded at that hour in the morning! I went to join this parish minister along with several other ministers. Oh, how I thank God for the ministers of Lewis, how they responded to the call of God, how they threw themselves into the effort. And God blessed them for it. We went, and I found myself preaching in a large church, a church that would seat a thousand, and the Spirit of God was moving in a mighty way! I could see people falling on their knees. I could hear them crying to God for mercy. I could hear those outside praying. And that continued for at least two hours, I’m sure.
Then, as we were leaving the church, someone came to me to tell me that a very large number of people, because they could not get into any church building, had gathered in a field. So, along with other ministers, I went to the field, and there saw an enormous crowd, standing as though gripped by a power that they could not explain. The headmaster of a secondary school in the parish was lying with his face to the ground, crying to God for mercy, deeply convicted of his desperate need. On either side of him were four young girls, about sixteen years of age, two on each side, who kept saying to the headmaster, ‘Master, Jesus that saved us last night in Barvas can save you tonight.’ It is true that when a person comes into a vital relationship with Jesus Christ, his or her supreme desire is to win others. Those young girls were there that night to win their school headmaster, and they did. God swept into his life, I believe in answer to the prayer of the four young girls who had a burden for him.
Now that was how the revival and the awakening began, and that is how it continued. The churches were crowded, people were seeking after God, and prayer meetings were being held all over the parishes. It was still the custom there that those who found the Saviour at night would be at the prayer meeting the next day at noon. A prayer meeting met every day at noon. At that time, all work stopped for two hours; looms were silent, work stopped in the fields, and men gathered for prayer. It was then that you got to know those who had found the Saviour on the previous night. You didn’t need to make an appeal. They made their way to the prayer meeting to praise God for His salvation.
That continued for over three years, until the whole of the island was swept by the mighty power of God. I couldn’t tell you how many came to the Lord; I have never checked the number. I left the records with God. But this I know, that at least three quarters of those who were born again during the revival, were born again before they came near a church building, before they had any word from me or any of the other ministers. God had worked, and I make bold to say, ‘That is the crying need of the Christian Church today, not this effort, or that effort on the basis of human endeavour, but a manifestation of God that moves sinners to cry for mercy before they go near a place of worship. Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful if God moved in that way in your community? He could do it."
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Isaiah
63:15-64:8...
Look
down from heaven, And see from Your habitation, holy and glorious. Where are
Your zeal and Your strength, The yearning of Your heart and Your mercies toward
me? Are they restrained? 16 Doubtless You are our Father, Though Abraham was
ignorant of us, And Israel does not acknowledge us. You, O LORD, are our
Father; Our Redeemer from Everlasting is Your name. 17 O LORD, why have You
made us stray from Your ways, And hardened our heart from Your fear? Return for
Your servants' sake, The tribes of Your inheritance. 18 Your holy people have possessed
it but a little while; Our adversaries have trodden down Your sanctuary. 19 We
have become like those of old, over whom You never ruled, Those who were never
called by Your name. 4:1 Oh, that You would rend the heavens! That You
would come down! That the mountains might shake at Your presence- 2 As fire
burns brushwood, As fire causes water to boil-To make Your name known to Your
adversaries, That the nations may tremble at Your presence! 3 When You did
awesome things for which we did not look, You came down, The mountains shook at
Your presence. 4 For since the beginning of the world Men have not heard nor
perceived by the ear, Nor has the eye seen any God besides You, Who acts for
the one who waits for Him. 5 You meet him who rejoices and does righteousness,
Who remembers You in Your ways. You are indeed angry, for we have sinned-In
these ways we continue; And we need to be saved. 6 But we are all like an
unclean thing, And all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags; We all fade as
a leaf, And our iniquities, like the wind, Have taken us away. 7 And there is
no one who calls on Your name, Who stirs himself up to take hold of You; For
You have hidden Your face from us, And have consumed us because of our
iniquities. 8 But now, O LORD, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our
potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.