Dr. Billy Graham the well known evangelist is visiting Belfast. He has been invited by those who profess to be evangelical, and loyal to the Lord Jesus Christ.

One wonders how far these gentlemen know the activities in which Dr. Graham participates, or how far they are prepared to condone such activities.

Dr. Graham has departed completely from the Reformation viewpoint concerning the Church of Rome. He looks upon that church as a Christian church, and when Roman Catholics profess conversion at his campaigns he directs them back to the Roman Catholic Church. He has called the second Vatican Council the work of the Holy Spirit, and in Pittsburg spoke of his intention to attend a Roman Catholic Mass, and added, "Many of the people who reach a decision on Christ at our meetings have joined the Catholic Church, and we have received commendations from Catholic publications for the revived interest in their church following our campaign."

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The age is on the stir. Some sadly compare it to "the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt;" and the analogy certainly holds good to a very high degree. Others liken the period to the awakening days of spring, when all the pent up forces burst into action, and prophesy a season of growth and fruit. There is truth in this also, although the awakening energies are not all those of goodness, and caution asks the question, "What will the harvest be?"

In any case, the constable of society cries roughly, "Move on;" and the throngs in the streets of Mansoul insist that everyone shall proceed one way or another. Virtuous advances, if possible; but advances, even if virtue be left behind: such is the restless demand of the time. Politics in a hurry takes to alliances which patriotism formerly forbade, and ventures upon stratagems which old-fashioned honesty would have condemned. Benevolence in a fever will not stay to consider possible failure, and assured hazard; but declares that the die is cast, and goes in for a vast experiment. Liberty, sick of her own sweets, turns to despotic power, as, at least in religion, the cure for her feebleness. Religion itself, weary of laborious advance, rewards her holy scruples as impedimenta, and adopts the methods of the world, while her doctrinal teaching is left, like some ancient Caesar's camp, to be viewed as a curiosity by this advanced generation. These are serious alterations; are they improvements?

Those who have no delight in unsettlement, and useless change, are by no means indifferent spectators of the childish freak of this light-hearted generation. As fresh developments appear, the question arises again and again, "What next?" and with the enquiry comes the sigh, "O Lord, how long?" Certain of us are distressed beyond measure by that which others enter upon with a light heart. To mention this is to bring upon such dissentients a storm of ridicule. Our ????. Why should they? They despise the regrets cause no concern to the changeful old fogies who cannot, like themselves, rush into the bogs after the jack-o'-lantern of progress. "Doctrine!" cry they, "Who cares for that?" Calling it "dogma," they make a football of it, and again they shout, "Who cares?" Without waiting for an answer, they hurry forward in their infallible wisdom to exercise their liberality of spirit by scoffing at the narrow-minded orthodox. "Waters of a full cup are wrung out to them." New teachings and new methods mar the peace of churches which, for many generations, have held to the once-delivered faith. The intrusion has been wanton and illegal; but what of that? Protests are of no avail: it usually suffices to answer them with a sneer. Where contempt would scarcely be prudent, [4] the pretence of agreement is made to cover over a fatal difference, and to give opportunity to stab the truth in the back. All things appear to be regarded as fair in the conflict with old-fashioned believers: they are a kind of creature with whom no faith is to be kept, and to whom no rights are reserved. No matter how venerable in years, profound in knowledge, or great in usefulness a man may be, let him hold to the old faith, and he has thereby forfeited every claim to regard. "He was the founder of the church." He has ruled it too long! "He has been its principal pillar for many years." It is time that there was a change! "He is gentle, and of tender spirit. It is cruel to oppose him." Men cannot be considered; if they are opposed to modern progress, they must endure the inevitable! This is the spirit of the new religion - the religion of "humanity," the describe it is to give serious offence, but the description has been proved to be emphatically true in many instances; and others will be forthcoming with cruel certainty in due time.

Hearing George Whitefield Preach

George Whitefield was hailed by C. H. Spurgeon as the Chief of Preachers. He was the golden mouth of all English speaking preachers, His labours were truly apostolic. He won souls to Christ in tens of thousands. The following is from the gifted pen of PAXTON HOOD - Editor.

But let us invite to a scene. Let us step into the famous old Tabernacle in Tottenham Court Road in London, one of those vast, plain, square buildings our Puritan forefathers loved to erect. See, who are gathered here this evening? What a mass! What an audience!

Behind, yonder, in the gallery, see that face, on which philosophic calm seems to struggle with imaginative sensuousness, the sceptic lip, fastidious and cold; that is David Hume, master of English diction, apostle of atheism and fatalistic necessity, the historian of England, who has also a whole webwork of tentative theologic enigmas and impossibilities in his brain. Yonder, elegantly lounging, is the epicurean sneerer Horace Walpole, the Earl of Orford, novelist and virtuoso, who somewhat rudely, affects indifference to the preacher, and especially disgust at the place. And see, - ah! There is our old friend burly Samuel Johnson in yonder aisle; he arrives somewhat late, and has to pay the penalty.

The leviathan of literature, the monarch and dictator now to the whole world of [4] letters, attracted hither by the fame of his fellow student; and do our eyes deceive us? No, by his side his companion Sir Joshua Reynolds with his immortal ear trumpet, and dear old Goldsmith; they are here to snatch lessons which may serve them in a very different world. See, there, intensely interested, are two whom you ought to know; that short man, straining forward through the press, is the English Roscius, the greatest master of mingled tragic and comic emotion the stage has ever known, Garrick, and by his side Shuter, the prince of melodramatic comedy, who has confessed to something more than curiosity, and has acknowledged affectingly the power of the preacher in striking light through his being, but who cannot cast the world behind his back and say, "Thou art an offence unto me."

Did you ask if bishops ever came? Yes, there is Warburton yonder, who has left his wig and apron behind him, impelled by irresistible curiosity, advised to come by his friend Philip Doddridge; but not a little savage is that most surly and bad-tempered of prelates to find a work done which throws all the pomp of his truly vast scholarship into the shade. You should notice that old lady in the plain and quite unfashionable, but neat head-dress beneath the unpretentious bonnet, and in her invariable black silk-gown. Who? Oh, that is the Countess of Huntingdon, who has compelled a large party this evening to listen to her chaplain. The old gentleman, in the corner opposite to her, is at every service here; this chapel is his constant place of worship, but he has a name in history; he is the loved and valued friend of George the Third; it is Pulteny, the celebrated Earl of Bath, once Robert Walpole's great antagonist; and by his side the Earl of Dartmouth, to whom dear John Newton owes his episcopal ordination, and, by-and-by, his rectory of Olney.

And there is a brilliant cluster of court ladies, Lady Fanny Shirley, and Lady Chesterfield, and, for this time, that arch old plotter Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, wondering if the preacher may have anything to say to her proud hungry heart. But is it not wonderful that the man, who has brought together all these strangely incongruous elements of literature and fashion, should also have brought William Romaine, Augustus Toplady, John Fletcher and William Cowper? And what can have brought Chesterfield, Lord Chesterfield, here? - the high priest of artifice and politeness, the cold and courtly author of those letters which, if we be not depraved when we begin to read, will effectually give to us so much forbidden fruit that depraved we certainly shall be ere we close the volumes.

The singing is over, and there is Whitefield! And does that slender, middle-sized, unimposing man know the audience to whom he speaks? Does he know that he speaks in the parliament of letters, of theology, of fashion, of statesmanship? Does he know that before him are hundreds of men and women whose words are law on all matters pertaining to their own worlds? Yes, he knows it; he is amazed at their presence but he cares not for it. The masters of taste find that this man obeys none of their law or canons; his lightnings leap over their narrow boundaries, and the masters of fashion are compelled to own that the innkeeper's son has somewhere learnt a grace and [5] harmony not to be acquired from the schools of Paris. "I would give a twelvemonth's income," whispers Garrick, "to be able to lift my handkerchief like that." "It is worth going forty miles to hear him pronounce the word Mesopotamia! "

Hush! no need to say that; the whole audience is hushed, is breathless; of what is he talking? The madness, the folly, the blind depravity of the sinner; that then is the subject. And he is describing the wanderings of a poor blind beggar - not a very attractive subject for the Humes and Walpoles and Chesterfields - a poor blind beggar, led by a dog, the image of the merely natural reason without the light of revelation; a poor blind beggar, wandering in a dark, wild night through cold and rain and tempest. The poor wanderer wends his way till at last he reaches the edge of a fearful cliff and precipice; he does not know the dread and danger beneath he does not know that death is there - that abyss! His dog is not faithless, but he has lost his way; he does not know, the night is very dark, and the dog has taken the fatal step; he is over the cliff, but still the poor blind man holds on; another step, another step


From whence did that come? - those words that thrilled and rang through the chapel, and broke the peroration of the description. Whence? From a rustic, and all those scholars and peers smile contemptuously? Not so; from Chesterfield's pew! from Chesterfield himself! - that cold and heartless follower of fashion, whose motto for all society was Nil admirari, whose prime article of creed it was to school and discipline all the passions and the feelings so that they should never be observed; he it was; he was quite oblivious, he knew not where he was, but, carried away and carried along by the pathos of the speaker, he too was in the dark and lonely night, near the blind beggar on the cliff, and is it not sad that he did not see himself in the blind beggar, his proud reason at best a faithful but benighted dog, pity that he did not cry to Whitefield's Master to save the wandering and worldly peer? But surely we shall not doubt that this plain old pulpit, in that plain chapel, in the dim light of candles struggling through the gloom, was truly a throne of eloquence.

It need not be supposed that all these well known persons were at one and the same time in Tottenham Court Road Chapel; but they all heard Whitefield, and they all left substantially that impression which this description conveys; it was first published in 'The Lamps of the Temple,' 1856.


On a beautiful evening in the summer, I took my stand on the wharf of a large English seaport village. Having made arrangements previously for an open-air service, the announcement brought a large number of people together. Soon as I had opened the service, several boats drew near the shore. After having announced my text, a "lighter" came into view, and was slowly gliding past. There were two young men on board, one of whom began to mock and mimic the preacher. Immediately my attention was given to him, and I shouted out a few words of earnest entreaty and gospel expostulation, closing, with the solemn query - "Where, oh, where will you spend eternity?"

Not many minutes had elapsed when, lifting my eyes and again looking in the direction of the boat, I noticed only one of the young men on board, in the act of throwing a rope overboard. Instantly it flashed across my mind that the comrade had fallen into the water and had sank out of sight. Calling the attention of the people to the scene, and giving the note of alarm, a boat was quickly pushed to the rescue. As he did not rise again they threw out the grapnel and soon dragged him to the surface; but our efforts to restore him proved useless, for he had passed into eternity. It was a solemn moment. Old and hardened sinners were melted to tears as they gazed on the face of the dead. Among them was one man who had intended on that evening to play a practical joke on the evangelist by suddenly pushing him into the river. He had engaged a trumpeter to give the signal, who had lifted the trumpet to his mouth, when both were speedily checked in their evil design by scoffer.

The man who had planned the scheme of bringing me to grief, so soon as I should become absorbed in preaching, was a very notable character in the town and neighbourhood. Being a sailor by profession, he had visited many countries, and bad accumulated a fund of information. Added to this, he was of a quick, shrewd, lively disposition - full of life and repartee, and much given to tales and merry-making. His chief delight on shore was visiting the "Tom and Jerry," the "Black-boy," the "Greyhound," or some such place of rendezvous. Here he would gather his "chums" around him, who, with accordion and song, drink and dance, would spend the hours of night, till early morning found them reeling home to meet the rebukes of patient wives and mothers, to whom again and again, they made promises of amendment. Such, however, was the influence of this man over them that promises were unkept, and resolutions continually broken, he enticing, night after night, from their peaceful homes and distracted families, these unhappy men. And this was why he earned for himself the unenviable nickname of "Satan."

From the evening in which the [7] above-mentioned solemn event occurred, "Satan's" efforts to resist the servants of God in their work came to a standstill. (I heartily wish a complete check had been put on the great original; but his time will soon come, when the God of peace will bruise the Evil One under our feet).

Having sailed soon afterward with a young convert, this human "Satan" for some time sought to disturb him, but finally renounced his persecutions. In a few days, the ship having arrived in London, and he, being now under deep conviction of sin, earnestly implored the Christian shipmate to take him where he could hear of Christ. Only once before in nineteen years had he entered church or chapel, that being on the day of his marriage.

The young believer, rejoicing in his shipmate's appeal, led him to Mr. Spurgeon's church, knowing, if anywhere, surely there, from the lips of this earnest man, he would hear words whereby he might be saved. But it was needful that he should be brought through deeper waters still; and when Mr. Spurgeon announced his text. "Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation; and my tongue shall sing aloud of Thy righteousness" (Ps. li. 14), he literally fell from his seat. The words, "like a dart striking through the liver," pierced his soul; and at the close of the sermon his comrade George, still watching over him like a mother at the bedside of a sick child, led him to a sailors' Bethel, where the poor, weary, burdened sinner heard, with fullness of joy, God's message to lost man: "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved." In a moment he saw the gospel plan - nay, more he beheld the Saviour - and, just as he was, he rested his soul on the blood and merits of Christ for pardon and salvation. That same hour he also recognised his place among the believers gathering at the table of the Lord, and sat with them "breaking bread with gladness and singleness of heart."

Oh, what a change was this! - from darkness to light; from the power and name of Satan unto God - the burden gone, sin blotted out, guilt cancelled, and his name enrolled with the blood-washed throng in the Lamb's book of life! The lion is changed to a lamb, and this saved drunkard now yearns to:

"tell to all around
What a dear Saviour he has found -
And point to His redeeming blood,
And say, Behold the way to God."

The writer was preaching the Sunday evening following, when, at the close of the sermon, this newly converted sailor walked up to the pulpit and asked for an opportunity to address the meeting. This being his native town, and the scene of his former life of sin, also many of his old comrades being present, he asked permission to tell them what God had done for his soul. The congregation being ignorant of his conversion, surmised evil on seeing him on the platform; but very soon their fears were dissipated. Opening the Bible he read a few passages, and then commenced, in a voice nigh choked with emotion:

"Mates, you all know me; you all can bear testimony to my sin and ungodliness, yet you know not how very wicked I have been; but this night I stand before you a sinner saved through the blood of the Lamb, and I invite [8] you all to this Saviour." Then followed an account of his conversion, as given above how despairing he was on the Sunday night of ever receiving pardon; how keen his anguish was on Sunday morning, and how it increased during Mr. Spurgeon's preaching: and, finally, how he found peace and joy through believing in Jesus Christ alone. Many cheeks were wet with flowing tears while the people listened to the story of his experiences; but when from the open Bible he read those verses which comforted him, and appealed to all his "mates" to turn to Jesus Christ, and believe in his dying love, and finally requested the congregation to join him in singing

"I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there."

there was scarcely a dry eye in the house, and audible sighs could be heard breaking forth now and again, to give vent to the pent up feelings of those present. It was indeed, a night to be remembered, for he who no man could tame was now in our midst, "sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed, and in his right mind."

Soon it spread like prairie fire through the neighbourhood that "Satan" was converted, and the effect was electrical. The next day he visited many of his old haunts and associates, giving personal, earnest, faithful and loving words of warning to all to "flee from the wrath to come."

Great was his joy when Mr. Spurgeon asked him, some weeks later to address his large congregation; and with what different feelings did he look the people in the face this time, as he pointed to the very seat where the enemy thrust sore at him- but now he could truly say, "Jesus is mine and I am His."

Dear reader, let me ask, is there any difference between your condition and that of the subject of this narrative when a poor intemperate man? If you are out of Christ, most assuredly not. You may be more amiable, more refined, more respectable than he was; and before man this would make a vast difference, but before God, you are no better. Do not deceive yourself with vain pretensions to goodness. You "must be born again." We hear the cry around us, "Be good, live uprightly, love your neighbours, support the Church, and you will have a share in the kingdom." But you cannot, poor soul, do the first good until you come as a good-for-nothing sinner to Christ Jesus, and be saved by him from your sins. Then, receiving pardon, life, salvation, peace through faith in the Son of God, your love for your neighbour will be demonstrated as in the above case, for you will feel constrained to tell others that Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners. Oh, do be entreated to turn to Christ now! Perhaps like "Satan," you are a drunkard, and you know not how to become free from the captivating power of this sin. With you we truly sympathise; but to you also we preach the only remedy for your sin - for every sin. You need a friend a helper, a Saviour. Let the Son of God be such to you. Only trust him. Your bonds he will burst, your fetters break, and give you [10] deliverance. You have trusted other remedies: now trust him. You have trusted your own will, your own resolve, your own strength, and you have discovered your folly in so doing: now trust his power and grace to conquer your desires and free you from your oppressor. Trust in His blood to cleanse you: trust in His Spirit to renew you and make you whole.

"There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth" (Luke XV 10) - From "Salvation Stories" by G. C. Needham.


The following passage is from a sermon preached by John Berridge one of the great revival preachers of the Whitefield-Wesley era. Like Whitefield, Berridge was a strong Calvinist. The inscription on his tombstone written beforehand by himself illustrates the type of man he was - Editor.

Here lie
The earthly remains of
Late Vicar of Everton,
And an itinerant servant of Jesus Christ,
Who loved his Master and His work,
And, after running on His errands many years,
Was called to wait on Him above.
Art thou born again?
No Salvation without New-Birth!
I was born in Sin, February, 1716.
Remained ignorant of my fallen state till 1730,
Lived proudly on Faith and Works for Salvation till 1754,
Admitted to Everton Vicarage, 1755.
Fled to Jesus alone for Refuge, 1756.
Fell asleep in Christ, January 22nd, 1793.

"The doctrine of Perseverance affords a stable prop to upright minds, yet lends no wanton cloak to corrupt hearts. It brings a cordial to revive the faint, and keeps a guard to check the forward. The guard attending on this doctrine is Sergeant If; low in stature, but lofty in significance; a very valiant guard, though a monosyllable. Kind notice has been taken of the Sergeant by Jesus Christ and His apostles; and much respect is due unto him, from all the Lord's recruiting officers, and every soldier in His army.

"Pray listen to the Sergeant's speech: 'If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed' .(John 8 : 3 1). 'If ye do these things ye shall never fall' (11 Peter I : 10). 'If what ye have heard shall abide in you, ye shall continue in the Son and in the Father' (I John 2: 24). 'We are made partakers of Christ, if we hold fast unto the end' (Heb. -3: 14). 'Whoso looketh and continueth (that is if he that looketh does continue) in the perfect law of liberty, that man shall be blessed in his deed' (James I : 25).

"Yet take notice, Sir, that Sergeant If is not Jewish, but of Christian parentage; not sprung from Levi, though a son of Abraham no sentinel of Moses, but a watchman tot the camp of Jesus."

A sermon preached in the Martyrs Memorial Church by DR. IAN PAISLEY, M.P.
(Electrically Recorded)

A young Christian met me in the Session room, and he said 'I'm trying to win souls for the Lord, would you give me some scriptures suitable for a backslider to get him back to the Lord.' What a privilege when young people only saved are searching the Word of God to get texts of scripture that they can use in their evangelisation of the lost. My that rejoices the preacher's heart. A. T. Pierson was a Presbyterian preacher in the United States. In 1876 he was called to a very fashionable Presbyterian congregation, and he says in one of his books: 'The building was a beautiful edifice but it was completely unsuitable for evangelism and soul winning,' and he said that one night he went home broken-hearted at the formalism and the deadness of the church, and he said: 'Oh Lord set my church on fire.' And that night the Lord literally answered his prayer, the church went on fire and was burned to the ground. And as he stood among the ashes he said 'Lord I didn't mean it that way.' But the Lord did a mighty thing, they hired, as they were building their new building, an old opera house, and he records in the sixteen months that they were sojourning, in that opera house there were more souls saved than in the vast sixteen years of his ministry. Because he said not only did the church catch fire but the members moved with love and moved with the circumstances started to pray. And when the church starts to pray the fire is not far away. A praying church is a warm church, it is a church on fire. I don't want to see this church burnt to the ground, but I want to see every member of this church really on fire for the Lord. I wonder how we could get this church really ablaze for Jesus Christ.


First of all if we want to set the church on fire, we need to have a unanimous vote of no confidence in the flesh.' That's where we start. Let's convene a great church meeting this morning, and let's propose and second and carry unanimously that this church has no confidence in the flesh. If we are trusting in ourselves, if we are trusting in our beautiful building that God has given to us, if we're trusting in the crowds of people that come, and we're trusting in our own efforts in the evangelistic field, my friend these things will fall. But, thank God, if our trust is in the Lord and in the Lord alone, we shall win this battle gloriously, wonderfully and triumphantly. Let us have done with the flesh and the things of the flesh. Let me turn you to some scriptures, Philippians chapter three and verse three, and here we have the apostle Paul speaking and he tells us what we should do. He says: 'For we are the circumcision which worship God in the spirit, and rejoice in Christ Jesus, and [11] have no confidence in the flesh.' That's a great scripture, isn't it? Worshipping in the spirit and rejoicing. You know when you're depending on the flesh, one day you'll be up and the next day you'll be down. One day you'll be filled with blessing and the next day you'll be filled with despair, but if you're trusting in the Lord things will go well. Philippians three verse three, Galatians five and twenty-four, the apostle's speaking again and he says here: 'And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.' John fifteen and verse five: 'Without me ye can do nothing.' And when the church passes a unanimous vote of 'no confidence in the flesh' that church is beginning to go on fire for the Lord. But if we're depending on ourselves, if we're depending on our own puny efforts, if we're depending on our own activities we will fail hopelessly and helplessly. 'Without me ye can do nothing.' Let's invite the Lord Jesus Christ into the church, let's invite the Lord Jesus Christ into our service. Sunday School teacher, invite Jesus into your class this afternoon. My what a change, instead of the drab, dismal duty of teaching that Sunday School class it will become a delight to go to the Sabbath school to teach the boys and girls about Jesus Christ. What a difference it makes when we have no confidence in the flesh.


Having passed a vote of no confidence in the flesh there must be an utter abandonment to God the Holy Ghost, this is absolutely important. An utter abandonment to the Spirit of God. You see the church today has its great organisations and its great plans, and its great blue print for evangelism and so on, and the Spirit of God has neither part nor lot in this business and so the church is dead the Spirit of Life is not present. The church is cold for the Spirit of fire and consuming fire is not among the people of God, but praise the Lord today we can utterly abandon ourselves to the Spirit of God. My when we hand everything over to Him what a difference it makes. What a difference it makes when the Spirit of the Lord is in control, when He takes the preacher and fills him with His power, when He takes the believers and fills them with His power. 'Ye shall receive power after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you.' This is what the church needs isn't it? This is what you need my brother and sister, and when you're filled and abandoned to the Spirit of God the dead prayers will become alive, the cold prayer meetings will become hot, the whole of your Christian service will be changed completely, radically and from the heart.

And you'll go out ablaze and afire for Jesus Christ, may we do this today, may we hand ourselves over. In the year 1835, seven men met in Hamburg in a shoemaker's shop and they resolved to personally spread the gospel by the power of the Spirit of God, handed themselves over. Seven insignificant men in an old shoemaker's shop, and they said 'Lord have your way, we're abandoning ourselves to the Spirit of the Lord.' You know what happened? In twenty years they had founded fifty churches with a membership of ten thousand and they had circulated half a million bibles, and they had circulated [12] eight million gospel tracts, and in thirty years, that work instead of having fifty churches, had five hundred churches. Why? Because the Spirit of God came in.

My if the Spirit of God came into this place this church would be far too small in a few months, and every Christian here said 'I'm gonna win a soul next month for Jesus and bring him to this house.' My, we would have a housing problem right away, wouldn't we? Yes! if you would just give yourself to the Lord. A dear woman came to Chapman one day and said to Chapman: 'It's all right for you you're a preacher, but I can't reach anybody I'm only a poor needle woman, I spend my time in a top attic with my needle and the needlework to make the ends meet.' And the preacher said 'Doesn't the milkman leave milk at your door, did you ever try to win him for Christ? Doesn't the breadserver bring bread to your house? Doesn't people call at your home?' She said 'They do.' He said 'Start winning them for the Lord.' And not very long after, that woman had a pew full of people, she had the breadserver and the milkman saved, and the man that came to see about the business, all saved. She started a witness for the Lord, she abandoned herself to the Spirit of the Lord. You say 'I couldn't do it preacher.' I know you couldn't do it. I couldn't preach or do anything, I'd make a mess of it, but let the Spirit of God take you over and you'll do it, what'll happen you'll be surprised at yourself. You'll say 'I never thought I could do this.' When the power of God comes upon you you'll do it. The next thing we need to do we need to have an unalterable determination to pray through for revival, a unanimous vote of no confidence in the flesh, an utter abandonment to the Spirit of God, an unalterable determination to pray through for revival.


Yes. To pray with strong crying and tears, not to just pray and go home but to have the spirit of prayer upon us continually. To go to sleep praying, to wake up praying, to live praying, to work praying, to preach praying, that's the sort of way we need to do. And when we start praying like that we'll have revival all right.

We'll have people come to Christ all right, you'll get your family circle complete if you start praying like that. We had a wonderful happening this week in our mission in Coleraine, a dear Godly woman whose son was gloriously saved, and my they were praying for the father and the two daughters. And this week I had the joy of leading the two daughters and the father to Christ. My, that dear woman said to me 'This is the greatest day of my life, think of it Mr. Paisley, my prayers are answered, we've household salvation.' She's a Presbyterian, but she was shouting. I said 'Keep at it and get a lot more people saved.' Oh there's joy in winning souls for Christ. Friend this church is in business to win souls for Christ, this is our business.

An unalterable determination to pray through for revival, to pray it through. To kneel down and say 'Oh God help me, help the preacher, help the elders and the committee men and the Sunday School teachers, help every member of the- church to make a contribution in the [13] church for God and truth and righteousness.' My when you start praying like that the Lord will start working, and instead of saying on Wednesday night, 'I don't think I'll go to the prayer meeting.' You know what you'll be doing, you'll be praying that Wednesday night would come that you'll get to the prayer meeting, and you'll be praying all the time and witnessing all the time. Thank God for young men in this church who are out in the streets winning souls for Christ, thank God for those in this service today who weren't saved in this church but were saved through the prayers of people who went out and won them for Christ. We have them in God's house, this delights the preacher's heart. Every member should be a soul winner, every member should be praying, everyone of us should be on fire for the Lord.


And then the next thing we must do, we must have unceasing efforts to get the sinners in. The bible says: 'Go.' The bible doesn't say to the sinners 'Come to church.' The bible says to the saints 'Go and win them.' 'Go.' Go and win them, that's what we have to do, we've got to go out and win them. Spurgeon said to his congregation once, he said: 'I'm fishing this pond so much that you'll have to replenish it with fish.' And this is true. When the sinners are not in the meeting the preacher cannot see them saved. I remember in the old days down the road, when that church was burning for the Lord, I remember one member brought fourteen souls and every one of them got saved. And I remember one night he came in, he was just a young believer, and he hit me on the shoulder, and he said to me 'Paisley, you better preach tonight, I have seven of my ungodly companions here and you better preach or I'll talk to you after the service.' My, a preacher can preach when his members are like that, a great encouragement, and they all came to Christ. Some of them are on the evangelistic field today, some of those converts, fourteen of them. He brought them personally to Jesus. My we do need to win souls for Christ, we need to get them in. You've got to preach to ten to get one, you've got to preach to a hundred to get ten, you've got to preach to a thousand to get a hundred you've got to preach to ten thousand to get a thousand, you've got to bring them in. Don't be content to come to God's house yourself, don't be content to say the meetings are great, souls are being saved, you should go into this business as well, you start to become a vital part of this church.


You remember D. L. Moody, he took a pew in the church, the days they rented pews, and the preacher said to him 'You don't need a whole pew, you can't sit in the whole pew just rent one seat.' 'Oh,' says Moody, 'I'm renting the pew, a big one, I want a big pew.' The preacher says 'You must be very proud.' He said 'You'll see how proud I am.' And the first day Moody had that pew he had it filled from end to end with some of the toughest people of the streets of Chicago, and when he got the pew filled he prayed [14] until every one of them were saved, and then he made every one of them hire a pew and fill a pew, and soon that church that was sleeping was awakened. One man, Moody, the shoe seller with little ability, but when God came in what a mighty man of God He made him. You know when he started off he said 'I couldn't speak to older people, I'll speak to children.' So he started a Sunday School, and he built that Sunday School until it had almost two thousand members. What a Sunday school, and he said what a din on a Sunday afternoon before the service started. Think of this place filled with two thousand children, if they're anything like my two boys I'm telling you there would be a racket all right. Moody knew every child, he knew every home they came from, he loved them and he prayed them into the arms of Jesus. And one day, Torrey says, Moody was walking down one of the streets of Chicago and he saw a little girl of about seven years of age and he said to her 'Will you come to my Sunday school.' 'Yes, I'll come to your Sunday school.' 'It's on a Sunday afternoon,' and he named the street, and she smiled from ear to ear, she says 'Yes, I'll come.' She had no intention of coming of course. And Moody stood at the door that Sunday, and although all the other hundreds were there the little girl that he had invited hadn't come. He said 'I'll have to find her.' All that week he looked everywhere for that little girl, and he was driving on a street car one day and there he saw her standing by the side of the road, and he ran down the stairs of the street-car, and he jumped off, he nearly broke his neck in jumping off, and he ran over to the footpath and when she saw him coming she started to run too, and she ran up one street and Moody after her, and down another street and Moody after her, and she ran up a little laneway and Moody after her, and she ran up a stairway and Moody after her, and she ran into a house and up the stairs and Moody after her, and she ran into a bedroom and dived under the bed and Moody dived under the bed after her and he pulled her out, and Moody said 'When I pulled out that little girl I pulled seven souls into the kingdom of heaven. Her father was a publican, a liquor shop man, and Moody won her father and her mother and the whole family for Jesus, you know why? He was determined to get them in friend, if you really set about this thing. If this church really set about getting sinners to Christ, it could do it. I suppose there is not another church in this land with a greater potential for soul-winning than this church, let's get along with the job, let's not be content on Sunday by saying 'Ten souls have come to Christ.' Let's set a target for a hundred souls on a Sunday night. Let's get vision that's great and glorious.


Remember what Carey said when he went to India, he says 'I'm going to expect great things from God, but I'm going to attempt great things for God.' May God help us to attempt great things for Himself. And then there must be an unshakeable faith in our God, we must believe. Don't you think friend if you go out to win souls that the old devil is not going to contest [15] every foot of the ground, he'll do that. You'll have your disappointments, and your depressions, and your oppositions, but let me tell you, have an unshakeable faith in God. Believe. This church is here because people believe, we're saved because you believe, you won others to Christ because you believe, the most powerful thing in the world is faith. That's what we need. You say 'Preacher, how could I get the faith that Moody had? That Muller had?' I'll tell you. 'Faith cometh by hearing, hearing by the Word of God.' And if you read that book and soak yourself in that book and become what the early Methodists were called, bible worms, not book worms but bible worms. Ever eating the Word of God and seeking through the page to get the truth, you know what'll happen, your faith will grow, it'll be like a grain of mustard seed at the beginning, boy it'll grow until you've a faith in the Almighty God, unshakeable faith. Let's set this church on fire this morning. Let's pass a unanimous vote of no confidence in the flesh, let's utterly abandon ourselves to the Spirit of God, let's have an unalterable determination to pray through to revival, let's make unceasing efforts to get the sinners in, and let's above all things have an unshakeable faith in the God of Heaven, and if we do this, this church will go on fire.


I remember the day well when God set the first light to this church. I had been in prayer with four of my brethren one night and one day, and we had prayed through and God had touched our soul. Next Lord's Day morning I didn't even enter the pulpit, I just stood at the Communion table, I suppose that morning I preached as I had never preached before, and God broke in among the handful of people we had at that time, tears were shed, men and women got right with God and right with one another. Some people went mad, oh yes, one man said, he went out, and he said 'Paisley's gone mad - he's finished, he's a madman, did you ever hear the things he said this morning, he's terrible.' He says 'I don't like these spasms the preacher takes.' Thank God, God give more of these spasms. Of course he left, there was a lot of people left. I remember one morning saying 'There's windows and doors in this church and we'll open all the windows and we'll open all the doors and we'll sing the doxology, and any old crook that doesn't want to stay with us can get out now, we don't want you any more.' We preached strong stuff in those days. And that night God started to save, and He's been saving souls ever since. Yes. This church needs to keep the fire burning in its soul. We don't want to be a dead formal church, we don't want to have putty members in the pew, we want members to be real, living, alive, we want the house of God to be a family where we can warm our souls at the fires of God, and on the Lord's Day we want men and women to come to Christ. Maybe sitting in this congregation there's some sinner who never trusted Jesus, thank God he can trust Him this morning. His nail-pierced hand is outstretched to you, where are you sinner. He says 'Come and I will give you rest.' You need rest. Will you come and get rest this morning. Let's bow [16] our heads:


Father in heaven we thank Thee for a real sense of Thy presence, and a measure of Thy power. May this church really go on fire for God. Take away our deadness and our formalism, Take away, our God, our mere doing of things because we should do them. Help us to do all to the glory of God, whether we eat or drink or whatsoever we do may we do it to the glory of the Lord, Lord set us on fire this morning, Set this church on fire, bless these young men that are going soul-winning. May others catch the soul-winner's fire, Make every meeting a place of blessing and salvation. Lord for the sinners that are with us this morning, may they come to Christ.


In his Berlin Congress of Evangelism he opened negotiations with the Roman Catholic Church, and as a consequence two Roman Catholic priests were present.

In 1967 Dr. Graham received an Honorary Dr.'s degree from the hands of a Roman Catholic priest at the Roman Catholic Belmont Abbey. On that occasion Dr. Graham claimed that he preached the same gospel as the Church of Rome. His actual words were, "Finally the way of salvation has not changed. I know how the ending of the book will be. The gospel that built this school, and the gospel that brings me here tonight is still the way of salvation."

Dr. Graham not only has prominent Roman Catholics co-operating with him in his campaigns, but notorious modernists who deny the virgin birth of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the power of the precious blood of Christ alone to save. In a letter from his evangelistic association one of his colleagues had this to say, "MR. GRAHAM BELIEVES THAT WE ARE SAVED THROUGH THE BLOOD OF CHRIST, HOWEVER, THIS ASPECT OF CHRISTIAN DOCTRINE HE DOES NOT EMPHASISE IN HIS MESSAGES. THIS IS THE DUTY AND PREROGATIVE OF THE PASTORS."

For these reasons the ministers and members of the Free Presbyterian Church of Ulster will not be fellowshiping with Dr. Graham when he comes to Ulster, as it is ecumenism and Romanism which has brought this Province into the sorry mess in which it is today. Loyalty to Christ is far more important than popularity. Compromise is of the essence of betrayal. Faithfulness must be the watchword of our preaching, and the governing principal of our lives.