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NEWS FROM THE WORKERS
REVIVAL AT MERIDIAN COLLEGES.
By J. W. Beeson, President.
The Meridian Male College and Me
ridian Woman’s College, have been re
cently blessed by a glorious revival,
held by Rev. C. M. Dunaway, of At
lanta. For several weeks before the
coming of the evangelist, teachers and
students and pastors had been praying
£or a mighty outpouring of God's spirit
upon the Meridian colleges. A large
number of new students had been en
rolled this year and quite a number of
them were not Christians. A consid
erable number had been converted be
fore the set time for the revival; in
fact, there had scarcely been a week
passed without some being saved in
some of the regular religious services.
Therefore, the ground had been well
prepared, good seed sown and well cul
tivated; so that it was not so hard for
the evangelist to reap the harvest.
Rev. John Paul and Rev. R. S. Stew
art, the two college pastors, are fine
men to prepare the way for an evan
gelist. Add to this the help of devout,
consecrated teachers and students it
makes a good atmosphere for the
Lord’s work. Bro. Dunaway had
held two other meetings in Meridian,
and the Lord had given glorious re
sults. Notwithstanding the fact that
he was tired and not well, he did some
powerful preaching, that dug up the
■sinners and great numbers of them
Were gloriously saved, and quite a few
entered into the “Canaan experience”
—some were lead to settle their call
-for life’s work. Others were deepen
ed in the religious experience. The
good work done still abides, and is
manifested in the daily lives and more
conscientious work of the students.
Bro. Dunaway is a fine revivalist.
He awakens the conscience and
causes people to look at themselves,
■and that makes them turn to God. His
call seems to be to hardened sinners,
though he is a blessing to Christians
and to the Church. There is a fine
type of students in both colleges this
year; quite a number are preparing
for the ministry and for mission fields
as well as for all walks of life. God
is helping these colleges to send out
a noble band of Christian young men
and young women to bless the world
Tom Gray lay down on a bar-room
floor,
Having drunk until he could drink
no more.
He could not tell how with his whirl
ling brain,
But he found himself on board a
train.
Sure, the weirdest train that ever
burst
Throught the night and dark like a
thing accurst.
The headlight blazed with a sulphurous
smell,
And there clanged anon a deafening
Bell.
For fuel, an imp was shoveling bones,
And there came from the surname,
ghastly groans.
The boiler was filled with lager beer,
And Satan himself was the engineer.
The passengers, sure, were a motly
crew,
Old and young, Gentile and Jew,
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in
rage,
Jiandsome young women anil withered
THE HELL-BOUND TRAIN
and fight its battles against Satan in
the business world, political world, so
cial world and religious world. They
come from nearly every State in the
Union and go “to the uttermost parts
of the earth.” Pastors tell us they
like to have them in their congrega
tions as they can generally be count
ed upon to stand for the right and help
in everything that is good and noble.
That is our aim to train them for use
fulness in whatever position they
should be called to in this life. Let
all who have audience with God pray
often for the Meridian colleges that
they may be continually used of God.
They have a fund for helping preach
ers’ sons and daughters and young
preachers and those to be missionaries
and a few worthy ones of any vocation
who need some help in getting an edu
cation. Any one interested in this
fund might write to either college at
Meridian, Miss.
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A RED LETTER DAY AT GORDON
STREET CHURCH.
December 22nd, 1912, at Gordon
Street Baptist Church, stands marked
on the calendar as a great day in its
history — a day of happiness and bless
ings to those who worked so earnest
ly and faithfully in the erection of the
new Church building.
Moving from pillar to post, worship
ping in tabernacle and tent, the open
ing of the new house of worship was
truly a time for thanksgiving and
praise.
George W. Andrews, Sunday School
field secretary, addressed the Sunday
School, calling especially on teachers
for better preparation and more conse
cration.
At the 11 o’clock service, Wm. D.
Upshaw spoke from the 12th chapter
of Romans, on “Religion and Busi
ness.”
The formal opening services were
held in the afternoon. At this hour,
all the neighbors were invited in, and
in face of bad weather a good crowd
came from all parts of the city.
Addresses were made by M. M. An
derson, Rev. John E. White and Rev.
H. C. Buckholz
Mr Wm. D. Upshaw then took charge
and in his own peculiar and lively
By W. S. S.
Black men and yellow, and red and
white,
All chained together—a terrible sight.
The train dashed on at a fearful pace
The hot winds scorching each horrified
face.
Faster and faster the engine flew,
Darker and wilder the region grew,
Louder and deeper the thunder crash
ed,
Brighter and fiercer the lightning
flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became,
Till it seemed each breath was a liv
ing flame.
And now from ahead came a chorused
yell
“Ha, ha!” laughed Satan, “we’re near
ing hell.”
Then wildly the passengers shrieked.
In vain
They begged the devil to stop the
the train.
He only mocked them in fiendish glee,
And laughed and joked at their agony.
“Why friends,” he said, “You have
dbne my work,
And the devil yyilj never a pay (Jay
shirk;
The Golden Age for January 9, 1913.
fashion, he raised $750.00 in less than
thirty minutes, sixteen giving $25
each, five giving S2O each, ten $lO
each, twenty odd giving $5 each, with
other smaller amounts.
Rev. H. C. Buckholz spoke at the
evening services, on the subject,
“Christian Ernestness.”
Preceding the sermon, the pastor,
Rev. Wm. M .Stenell spoke briefly of
the struggle of the Church and of the
great joy and happiness he experi
enced in such a glorious day.
During the services of the day two
were received for membership and six
baptized.
December 22nd will be long remem
bered at Gordon Street Church.
Just a word about the pastor. Rev.
Wm. M. Sentell is young, vigorous,
resourceful, full of enthusiasm for the
Master’s work, and possesses the real
qualities of both pastor and preacher.
And about the building, the Sunday
School auditorium is complete, except
the brick veneer. There are class
rooms a-plenty, a primary and begin
ner’s department and a special large
room for the Ladies’ societies. It is
a modern, up-to-date building and our
workers are happy.
L. A. WITHERSPOON, JR.
Atlanta, Ga.
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ROMAN CATHOLIC POLITICS.
The Romanists in Illinois, as usual,
were wise in their generation and
worked both of the chief contestants.
They traded their presidential candi
dates for their papist governor and
others and elected Dunne by 110,000
majority while Roosevelt and Taft
struggled neck and neck with Wilson
as a probable favorite for Catholic
votes and he won.
Taft was thrown down like a
squeezed lemon.
This was done also in lowa and in
all of the states where Roman Catho
lic governors were candidates. Had
the anti-papal people scratched re
lentlessly no such results would have
worked out for Rome.
The papal program is evidently to
concentrate in states largely Catholic
and then urge state rights—according
to Cardinal Gibbons’ sermon preced
ing election —and home rule as an
issue.
You’ve schemed and cheated and rob
bed the poor,
The starving brother turned from the
door.
You’ve hoarded gold to canker and
rust,
A.nd given the rein to your fleshly lust.
You have drunk and rioted, gamed and
lied,
And mocked your God in your fool
ish pride.
Full fare you’ve paid, so I’ll carry you
through,
111 see, dear friends, that you get your
due.
Ths laborer always expects his hire,
A.nd I’ll land you safe in my Lake of
Fire.”
Uh, then, what shrieks arose on high.
They awoke Tom Gray. With a stifled
cry,
He leaped to his feet, and then with
a gleam
Os glad relief —“Thank God, ’twas a
dream,
Oh, more than a dream. I know ’twas
sent
By God as a merciful warning meant.”
Public schools will then be crushed
in those states and the public treas
ury be opened to papal greed in the
interest of the Roman Church.
The fight has just begun. It is only
necessary to show where the serpent
is crawling in the tall grass to scotch
him. —The Menace.
4. 4.
A PATRIOTIC PARSON—IMITATE
HIM, MEN OF GEORGIA.
By Julia O’Keefe Nelson.
During the Revolutionary war, the
army depended wholly for food upon
home supplies. In a little town in
the North, the wheat crop was in
danger, nearly ruined in fact, by
constant rains. On Sunday morn
ing the sun shone, forth brightly, it
was the last chance for saving that
wheat. Despite this fact, all the farm
ers assembled at the meeting house,
grimly determined to do no wrong, as
they deemed saving that wheat on the
Sabbath, would be doing.
Yonder comes the beloved parson,
walking fast and not accompanied, as
he always was, by his family. He
mounted the Church steps and hur
riedly addressed them. The wheat
was in danger, he declared, and wheat
meant human lives. “Therefore,” he
said, “I will preach no sermon today.
I have sent my wife and daughter to
the wheat fields where we will work
all day. Do you likewise, my friends,
as you love your country.”
He then made a short prayer and
dismissed the congregation with the
benediction.
Straightest of divines was this
parson, but he loved his country with
passionate devotion. And so loving
it, he served it in every practical way.
He was a type of the preachers of
that time. They were the social as
well as spiritual leaders of the people,
inspiring them to do their civic duty
as well as their religious ones.
If the preacher today would advo
cate the farming interests whenever
opportunity offered and uphold the
dignity and importance of rightly till
ing the soil —the practical lesson
would chime in suitably with spirit
ual service and thanksgiving to Him
who makes the earth yield her bless
ings.
On his knees he fell, and prayed that
his soul
Might be freed from drink, and the
devil’s control.
His earnest plea was not in vain,
He rode never more on the devil’s
train.
4. 4.
STARS THAT IN THE QUIET SKY.
By Arthur H. Goodenough.
Stars that in the quiet sky,
Keep your vigil over earth,
Ye who saw of old my birth
And shall sometime see me die.
Had you speech to tell me why,
You are there and I am here;
All my doubts would disappear,
Heart were mine to live —or die!
The stars that in the silent sky
Night by night resume your march,
Under heaven’s pillared arch,
Infinitely grand and high.
1 will scan you while I may,
Gazing from my place below;
Here tonight I see you go,
Not, perhaps, another day!
Maybe, when again you bless
With calm light this troubled
sphere,
Th*ere will be one cricket less
In the hedge—and I not here!