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9 NORTHFIELD NUMBER TT H VOLUME ONE. NO. TWENTY-EIGHT. BEA UTIFUL NORTHFIELD: A C,TADE HI^F FAITH " 0 be at Northfield is inspiration—scen ic, soulful, sensible, spiritual inspira tion I Surely there is no other spot just like it on earth I It seems that the God of nature and the God of the Bi ble—being One—determined that here among the emerald hills of sturdy New England—here by the crystal waters of the rolling Connecticut —here where “The lips of Heaven, stooping, Rest the lips of Earth upon,” T He would give to the world the simple but powerful life of the man who was destined to make this spot, under God, such a citadel of Bible Faith and Bible power! No one <can visit Northfield, pass through the daily uplift of one of the con ferences for Christian Workers and see the wholesome, practical in fluences going out from the Northfield Seminary for Girls and the Mount Hermon School for Boys without having two thoughts constantly re curring—the first and most important, of course --the marvelous influence of one life wholly conse crated to God, and the other—the beautiful coin cidence that D. L. Moody was born and reared at a place so wonderfully de signed by Heaven for the crowning work of his life that has meant and will mean so much to the cause of our con quering Christianity. From The Old Home stead to “Round Top.” Just contem|plate the achievements within the compass of a hundred paces! There at the junction of two avenues in East Northfield where thousands at the Confer ence pass every day, is the old residence, still occupied and in good repair, where Dwight Lyman Moody was born. And out -there on Round Top, a pretty grass-covered knoll barely more than a hundred steps away, sleeps the sacred but eloquent dust of the great man’s body—his faithful compan ion by his side, awaiting the call of the Resurrec tion Morn. And yet between the birthplace and the grave, behold the work that was done! Thous ands of souls on both sides of the Atlantic lifted to God out of the gutter of sin, or brought from their pedestals of self-conceit and morality to bow with the joy of the redeemed at the foot of the Cross! “ ~~ —— - nMKStfaSEi \ 1 BFSjßHllaglr H ' ll' ' f «A . 3 ’ L ■|*tX / —?3 ' HtC- i- \ ,g.* r _£XtdSntLrs rrak~ - r ~ - ■•■ BBnjWfMIMK •*'®jpOK- Wpommß oiHHh^nM>r■ omlWßKegigMßmiisii F I ' •■> ■ ■ “ »*cS£|fc <r ’■*’ ,vi- • ATLANTA, GA., AUGUST 30, 1906. Nor is that all. Out in Chicago, like a Spring Perennial in that busy desert of commercialism and wickedness, stands the Moody Bible Institute, train ing hundreds as Christian workers at home and in foreign lands, while a great congregation of devout men and women meet week after week as a “Moody memorial,” to bless thousands more in the name of the Christ whom Moody taught them to love! Nor is that all. For there is Northfield—greater if possible than these, where ' nearly a thousand young men and women are receiving every year the real meaning of Christian Education—carrying with them into the frosty and blighting atmosphere of some of the universities of New England, and like- BIRTHPLACE OF DWIGHT L. MOODY. wise, upon the broader campus of the world beyond, the vital warmth of a living, unquestioning Faith and the quickening-passion of stalwart, productive Christian lives! A Gibraltar of Orthodox Truth. As I stood by that little mound at Round Top and read the simple lettering on the plain grave stone at my feet I uncovered my head and lifted my heart to God in thanksgiving for “the power of an endless life”; for a Faith that asked no questions of God, and for a Love that hugged the Bible to a regenerated heart as the priceless Revelation of God to man. And while that song of thanksgiving as cended I could but remark to a friend at my side that men who believed like Moody and Spurgeon, Wesley and Whitefield, Fuller and Hall, Bunyan and Luther, Chrysostom and Paul—whether famous or ,ARS A YEAR. Emory College X rs a con. Oxford Ga -*— forgotten, were the only men who have ever lifted the world out of the ditch up to God. And this is the supreme Truth for which Northfield stands— the absolute inspiration and Authority of the Scrip tures, the Deity and atonement of Jesus Christ and the complete consecration of the life redeemed to Him. There be many, especially in the South, who have an idea that the “hobbies” which Northfield rides are “The Pre-millennial Coming of Christ,” and a sort of mystic, mysterious brand of consecra tion known as “The Spirit-filled Life.” Well, I have been to Northfield two years right in the heart of the greatest teaching by the greatest teachers, and it so occurs that I have never heard a set This is the spirit of Northfield. And this spirit, backed and emphasized by the solid foun dation work being done by the Northfield schools, while the loftiest type of scholarship in England and America bows here at the foot of the Cross with the faith of a little child, makes Northfield indeed a spiritual Gibraltar against the tides of isms and schisms which have long been the bane and blight of religious life in New Jflngland. And here like another Jerusalem “wither the tribes go up,” five to six thousand stifrrents, preachers and Christian workers of every class come up every summer to drink at the fount and grow on “the milk and meat of the Word,” and then gp back to their fields of activity refreshed and strengthened for the battle against Sin and Unbelief! s sermon on “The Pre millenial Coming,” while the message of Professor Erdman, of Princeton, on Sunday night on the Holy Spirit, was as sound and >as (sane as Dr. J. If. Kilpatrick of or Dr. B. H. Carroll, of Texas, would be expected to teach. He said the Holy Spirit is given to every believer in the hour of regenera tion and remains until the Heights of Heaven are reached; and he de clared that the believer needed not to pray so much that “more of the Spirit of God be given him, but rather that he give himself more to the Spirit of God.” The Book! The Book! ! The Book! ! ! Down with the traditions and opinions of men and up with the Book of God!