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REV. A. J. MONCRIEF.
An event of nothing less than national
interest in the life of America’s conquer
ing Christianity, was the recent opening
of "The Raleigh Tabernacle” —with the
largest congregation and the largest Sun
day-school in North Carolina.
No man can come in touch with that
mighty host of the “Lord’s anointed" —no
man can breath the magic atmosphere of
that wonderful Sunday-school of twelve
hundred where N. B. Broughton sits en
throned and leads in love the happy hosts
that love him without feeling, somehow,
that electric thrill that comes from
contact with the very DYNAMO OF THE
SKIES. The editor of The Golden Age
knows what he is talking about —he "felt
the feeling” for two golden weeks that
live in thought like a “sun-crowned moun
tain peak” on the shores of memory—yes,
and bless the heart “like a bunch of cam
phire from tho vineyards of Engedi.” Then
J. C. Massee —tall, princely, spiritual and
powerful was the beloved leader of that
militant host, but Chattanooga needed
just such leadership, and hearing, he be
lieved, the “still small voice” of God, and
went to the whitening harvest of a larger
A GKLAT VA Y IN 'RALEIGH
ATLANTA, GA., NOVEMBER 10 1910.
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THE RALEIGH TABERNACLE, RALEIGH, N. C.
field! And now the magnetic, eloquent Adiel J.
Moncrief (forgive us old Mercer comrade, if we
call you “Ad’!) stands joyous and triumphant on
the sure foundation laid by his remarkable prede
cessors and breathing the heavenly ozone of “Ra
leigh Tabernacle fellowship”—an expressive ex
pression—a sort of “exoteric of the esoteric” as
Dr. Tucker used to say, which none but the initiat
ed can understand.
When Moncrief, who used to win oratorical
medals at. Mercer, but who always had too much
“old time religion” to parade his Dixonic powers
of eloquence in his sermons —when he left the
saints that loved him at Forsyth and the more
than three hundred girls at Bessie Tift College,
who were never tempted to have a ‘ non-church
going headache,” when he was going to preach, he
found the great Raleigh congregation “ready for
business.” Eagerly following his valiant leader
ship the New Tabernacle was joyously planned. It
meant the remodeling and enlarging —the giving
of symmetry to that dear big old struggling “com
partmentai” house which had been added to from
time to time like the head of a prolific family
adds a room here and there as the family circle
continues to grow.
And Chairman Joe Weathers, of the building
committee, (there was never another like him on
earth!) fairly rollicked in the joy of laying him
self out day and night in corralling the forces, not
of wealth and splendor, but of the “out-giving-est”
set in all the Ta r Heel State.
And when Sunday, October 16th, dawned like a
J. H. WEATHERS.
day dropped down out of Heaven
they do say Superintendent N. B
Broughton (uncle of our world-famous
Lon G. Broughton, who got his START in
that marvelous Sunday-school)—they DO
say there was a halo of Tabernacle glory
about his head, “as big as a cart wheel,”
while Pastor Moncrief, something like
seven feet tall, towered several feet taller
that day until the pine trees of his na
tive South Georgia grew green with right
eous envy. Joe Weathers simply walked
above the earth, bathing himself in the
milky way and stepping from star to star.
The Raleigh News and Observer, that
great North Carolina paper, that fights
for everything good and never prints a
liquor “ad” says:
With three elaborate services, each of
which was attended by some fifteen hun
dred people, Sunday was a red letter day
at the Tabernacle Baptist Church, the oc
casion being the formal opening of the
magnificent new church building, which
has just been completed, after a year’s
work. The program rendered at each
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