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AN EVANGELIST OF SANITY
AND SIGNAL SUCCESS.
T
HE coming of Dr. J. H. Dew of Liberty,
Mo., for four meetings in Georgia
brings afresh to our attention one of
the most remarkably successful evan-
gelists in the South.
For many years Dr. Dew was state evangel
ist under the Mission Board of the Missouri
Baptist Convention, but his many notable meet
ings brought him so many calls beyond the’
borders of his own state that he has been al
most forced to give up his state work and
answer the clear call of God to other and of
ten wider fields.
As an illustration of the wonderful results
which crown his labors, his meeting with the
First Baptist Church at Gainesville, Ga-, last
year resulted in 174 additions to the church—
not professions that vanish into thin air and
never amount to anything tangible to God’s
working force, but 174 actual members.
One of this great evangelist’s recent victo
ries came to the First Baptist Church of Char
lotte, N. C., where there were about a hundred
additions. The Charlotte papers carried glow
ing accounts of the meetings, declaring that
over four thousand attended the meetings, all
told, on the last Sunday, Mrs. Dew herself
speaking to seven hundred women, telling the
thrilling story of her conversion from Roman
ism to vital Christianity.
Dr. W. M. Vines, the pastor, and one of the
clearest-headed, best-poised judges of men in
all the land, declares in several religious pa
pers that J. H. Dew is one of the most pow
erful Bible expositors he has ever heard and
“altogether the most desirable evangelist in
the Baptist denomination in the South.”
At the Waycross Tabernacle.
Dr. and Mrs. Dew are now engaged in a
gracious meeting With that heavenly-human
dynamo, H. R -Holcombe at the Central Taber
nacle, Way cross, Ga. Later, he comes to help
Dr. E. C. Dargan at the First Church, Macon,
and then Dr. Chas. W. Daniel at the “Old
First,” Atlanta.
Dr. Dew has promised to- give the story of
each meeting he conducts to the readers of
The Golden Age. He and Mrs. Dew are a re
freshing combination of versatile gifts, won
derful power and impressive humility.
God bless their blended lives and make them
more and more a blessing to the thousands
who throng their meeting to feed on the
Bread of Life.
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF MARCH 19, 1914
When a smart lawyer swallows the bait you
may know the devil has had on his thinking
cap.
And a A certain Alabama town fur-
Doctor nishes a shining example. Follow-
As Blind ing our recent editorial showing
As a Bat. how the liquor leaders in Alabama
deceived enough prohibitionists in
the amendment campaign to bring back bar
rooms—and this in face of their express decla
ration that “It is no part of our purpose to
bring bar-rooms back to this state”—we wish
now to declare again that the Liquor Traffic
not only cannot be trusted as to its pledges,
but that this same Liquor Traffic is deadening
to the moral sensibilities of every man who
coquets with its sophistries, listens to its siren
song or makes common cause with those whose
chief business is to fight its insidious battles.
Insidious! That is the word. And just as
misguided prohibitionists turned the tide in
the amendment campaign even so, if the local
and national cause at stake should fail on
April 6th, blind church-members and “con
servative” prohibitionists will have themselves
to thank.
We recently met a brilliant lawyer, a promi
nent church member and hitherto an ardent
prohibitionists, who looks straight in your
face and says: “Prohibition is not an issue
in the battle between Hobson and Underwood.”
Reminded that Congressman Hobson, the
first man to announce for the nited States
Senate, singled out the Organized Liquor
Trust of America as the special object of his
Count on the average Methodist preacher to
lead his clans against all forms of local or im-
Plucky P ort ed devilment. But you can
Methodist COunt es P ec i a lly on an extraordi
preacher nary Personality and preacher like
tt Marvin Williams to do the real
Shuts Up citizen stunt
sZle , The story eoraes t 0 us that a
gilded, devilish street show (most
of them are a curse to any community) was
running a gambling scheme at Lithonia. Mar
vin Williams played detective—“caught ’em
Among the honored visitors from a distance
who attended the Atlanta Bible Conference
was Arthur L. Williams,
Many New the gifted poet, author
Friends Won and lecturer of Magnolia,
By “Mississippi Miss. Although suffer-
Hero-On-Crutches. ” ing from a great physical
handicap great enough
to crush hope and ambition out of any man,
this brave, gifted spirit has written poems that
really breathe the “divine afflatus,” and he
is delivering lectures on “Christian Consecra
tion” and “Making Things Happen” that are
Startling Folly of an Alabama Lawyer
Marvin Williams “Knocks Out” Show.
Arthur L. Williams in Atlanta
truceless warfare; that the forces of prohibi
tion have been fighting toward Washington
for many years, and that the bill for national
prohibition is now pending in both branches
of Congress and is being backed by the most
powerful committee that has ever pushed a
measure in Congress in the history of national
legislation, that same lawyer is brought face
to face with the fact that if anything was
ever an issue Prohibition is now an issue in
Congress, this pestered lawyer shifts his ar
gument and blandly tries to say: “Well, af
ter all, maybe the time is not ripe to push
the measure in Washington.”
And yet somebody doubts the existence of
a “personal devil”—a liquor devil, to blind
the eyes and lull the conscience of men
say they love God and want to do the right
thing!
And only a mile or two away, in a twin
neighboring town a Doctor, a church member
who says he loves the church and hates the
liquor traffic, deliberately looked in our face
and said: “Bro. Upshaw, no man can gain
say a word you have said. I know that all
the bar-rooms and their friends are support
ing Underwood; but I confess that in this pe
culiar situation I am subordinating everything
else to a purely economic question. I am Un
derwood’s manager in this county.”
May the Lord have mercy on that poor
man’s soul. He is as blind as a bat.
Every bar-room in Birmingham, Montgom
ery and Mobile is laughing and rejoicing be
hind the back of that lawyer’s folly and that
doctor’s blindness.
with the goods,” and then stood before the
manager and said: “Shut up this minute and
move on or I will have you arrested on the
spot.”
And those beguilers of youth—those sowers
of the seeds of evil—folded their tents and
moved on!
Good boy, Marvin! May your tribe of citi
zen-preachers grow and flourish until the land
is scourged of the municipal folly that allows
such blighting uncleanness.
a stirring inspiration to all who hear them.
His unfailing good humor, the smile-with which
he gets up when he sometimes falls “sprawl
ing” from the slip of a foot or a crutch, and
the very radiance of his face and manner which
echoes the ceaseless song of victory in his
heart—all, all make up a sermon of beauty
and a tonic of holy inspiration.
The “Missippi Hero-On-Crutches” made
many new friends by his lectures and striking
personality while in Atlanta. May he go on
to increasing victory.