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THE CHURCH AND THE PAX ECUMENICA— Dr. Robt. Stuart MacArthur— Page Six. \~' S #"1 *4 lOilS wl B\t iwF xEWgH^^Mr>-j|KKW w ■|wyßfe^^ a^^BMß J WftlP xWB 1 Xx HRxhfHß-? ® INJjjJ=-^— VOLUME S/X NUMBERSEVETNEEN 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. « • - 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 - - 1 - ''“s- hjjliiiLiWr'iiL- 3 I* " i r. j l ..HirowftißiiiSMi i - JWy F ' " - * ■gyF.frT^gr€S y f ■ f NEW TABERNACLE, SEATING NEARLY 6,000. ATLANTA, GA., JUNE 15, 1911 '' 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 (Continued on Page 5.)