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THE CHURCH AND THE PAX ECUMENICA— Dr. Robt. Stuart MacArthur— Page Six.
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BROUGHTON’S NEW TABERNACLE THE MOSTjREMARKABLEPREA CH-
The First Published Description of the Great Atlanta Church, Whose Pastor Even London Tried in Vain to Move.
By WILLIAM D. UPSHAW.
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preaching place in Christendom today.
Lest the good natured charge of “undue
enthusiasm” be made concerning this state
ment about the church of Len G. Broughton,
who is our Pulpit Editor (for The Golden Age
is the only paper in the world publishing Dr.
Broughton’s sermons every week) we “pause
for reply” and ask you, gentle reader, to
name the man and the place—if there be one
that takes his crown. The man who preaches
to a sustained audience of three thousand
people in a city of a million—or even seven
million, like London, is a pulpit wonder; but
Len G. Broughton has been doing that thing
for practically a dozen years in a city of a
hundred and fifty thousand. Indeed, when
Dr. Broughton came to Atlanta fourteen
years ago and took charge of the Third Bap
tist Church—a congregation without means,
out of the way, and undreamed-of as a city
power, Atlanta then had less than a hundred
thousand people. Soon bursting the narrow
bounds of that church building that held
nearly a thousand people, and moving up
town to meet the crowds, as he said he would
do before he was called, he carried about
three hundred people with him. Falling on
their knees on that bare lot at the corner of
Harris and Luckie Sts.
the fearless, consecrat
ed pastor and his loyal
“Gideons’ band” so de
clared they would stand
uncompromisingly for
something definite con
cerning the Book, the
Blood and Christian Cit
izenship—determined to
be true to God if it
should “make every
man a liar.”
Dedicating his unique
and masterful gifts on
the altar of these veri
ties for time and eter
nity, is it any wonder
that the hungry thou
sands flocked to hear
him? Soon a large ad
dition was made to the
big Tabernacle that had
been built of boards
T seems eminently fitting that, co
incident with the most notable re
ligious gathering America has
ever seen—the Baptist World Al
liance, The Golden Age should
give to its readers, and as a sou
venir to the Alliance visitors in
Philadelphia, a picture and de
scription of the most notable
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NEW TABERNACLE, SEATING NEARLY 6,000.
ATLANTA, GA., JUNE 15, 1911
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DR. LEN G. BROUGHTON.
“straight up and down.” Soon the walls
were veneered with brick—and here for a
dozen wonderful years three thousand people
have crowded Sunday after Sunday, with
hundreds often turned away. The great An-
nual Bible Conference bringing to its plat
form the “mountain peaks” of the Christian
world; the Girls’ Dormitory—a “haven of
rest” and safety for struggling girls in the
city; and the Tabernacle Infirmary, opening
its arms of mercy to suffering thousands dur
ing all these years—giving healing for the
body and balm for the soul—these glorious
institutions supplemented by employment
agencies, educational features and other be
nevolent and civic inspirations, have revolved
about the great Tabernacle Pulpit like sate
llites around the sun.
Dr. John Gordon Touched the Button.
Os course growth like this must mean a
larger and more permanent building, what
ever the sacrifice on the part of the loyal Tab
ernacle congregation.
A representative of the largest Baptist
Church in America —Conwell’s Temple, Phil
adelphia, must come and “touch the button,”
and the “beloved disciple,” Dr. John Gordon
came, his sermon on that memorable Sunday
morning being described by the kingly Dr. J.
B. Hawthorne as “a miracle of sacred elo
quence”; a man named Will D. Upshaw, who
had attained somewhat of a reputation as a
money-getter for Christian education was
called on to follow that masterful sermon by
taking the offering—an offering— think of it
—from that smiling, tearful, happy congre
gation of everyday working people that
amounted to over $70,000. And then a rally
at “The Grand” that afternoon when Dr. J.
B. Hawthorne, the “Old School” orator of the
Southern Baptist pulpit, was introduced by
ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS
A YEAR :: FIVE CENTS A COPY
John Temple Graves in
a speech that shone
with truth and beauty
like a stream of molten
gold. And then—we
stagger to think of it—
a big bank failure where
eighty per cent, of the
Tabernacle people had
deposited their money.
And then—it makes the
hair almost rise on end
to live over those har
rowing, pivotal days—
London called insistent
ly, loud and long, with
financial limitations for
ever lifted and peace
and plenty streaming
everywhere, offering a
boundless opportunity
in the largest city in the
world—Broughton stag
gering under his bur
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