CHAPTER XVII.

SATAN ALARMED--THE POWERS OF EVIL CONSPIRE AGAINST THE ELDERS--CHAPELS

AND CHURCHES CLOSED AGAINST THEM--THE REVEREND MR. FIELDING IN HIS

REAL COLORS--THE WORK CONTINUES TO SPREAD--AN ARMY OF DEMONS ATTACK

THE ELDERS--THE DAWN AND VICTORY.

Meanwhile, the powers of darkness had taken counsel against these

servants of the Lord. Not without a struggle would Satan loose his

hold, and permit the gates of salvation to open for the eastern, as

they had already opened for the western hemisphere. The evil one had

seen that the Church in America was trembling on the verge of

dissolution. To give it fresh impetus, and infuse new life into the

seemingly sinking system, was the object of the Apostles' mission to

the shores of Albion. The opening of that mission it was Satan's fell

purpose to thwart, and for which he was now gathering, far and near,

the embattled hosts of hell.

The Elders might be said to have "stolen a march" on the Adversary, in

securing, already, three hearings at Vauxhall Chapel, with the

favorable results before noted. This much could not be retrieved, but

the enemy of righteousness hoped to prevent a repetition of such

scenes, and to hinder those who believed, from obeying the Gospel by

going down into the waters of baptism. For know, O reader--if thou art

a stranger to this truth--that Satan is well satisfied with their

condition who "only believe" in Jesus, if they are not "born of the

water" according to His righteous example and holy will.

[Illustration: Vauxhall Chapel, 1875.]

Acting on the principle, it may be presumed, that a thing to be

recovered should first be sought for where it was lost, the evil one

determined to use for his purpose the Reverend James Fielding, the

very man who had befriended the Elders, and given them their first

public opportunity of declaring the message they had been sent to

deliver. Strange enough after what had passed--though sufficiently

frequent, in similar phases, since those days, to be no longer a cause

of wonderment--he found that reverend gentleman in precisely the mood

best suited to his dark design. Like all who fear man more than they

love the Lord, preferring the praise and honors of the world to the

approval of a good conscience and the favor of their Maker, the

Reverend James Fielding, when he had noticed the marvelous effect of

the Elders' preaching, and contemplated the present and prospective

results, in the leading away of his flock to drink at other fountains

and browse in other pastures, shrank back appalled from the picture

presented to his view. Willing to sate his appetite for the new and

marvelous, and even obey a doctrine which promised worldly honors and

emoluments, he was not willing to humble himself "even as a little

child" and seek the kingdom of God at the sacrifice of every earthly

consideration.

Had he forgotten the text which, perchance, he had a hundred times

preached glibly from: "He that taketh not his cross and followeth

after Me, is not worthy of Me"? Or, like many other Christian divines,

"having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof," was he

satisfied to believe that those words had lost their meaning for this

generation? Be it as it may, here is the record that will meet him at

the day of judgment:

"The Rev. James Fielding, who had so kindly invited us to preach in

his chapel, learning that a number of his members believed our

testimony, and that some had requested to be baptized, shut his doors

against us and would not suffer us to preach in his chapel any more;

alleging for an excuse that we had preached the doctrine of baptism

for the remission of sins, contrary to our arrangement with him.

"I need scarcely assure my friends that nothing was said to him from

which any inference could be drawn that we should suppress the

doctrine of baptism. We deem it too important a doctrine to lay aside

for any privilege we could receive from mortals. Mr. Fielding had been

apprised of our doctrines before we saw him, having received several

communications from his brother Joseph, and his two sisters, Mary and

Mercy, who wrote to him from Canada, in which letters our doctrines

were clearly laid down. We likewise conversed with him on the subject

at our interview. He, having been traditioned to believe in infant

baptism, and having preached and practised the same a number of years,

saw the situation he would be placed in if he obeyed the Gospel; that

notwithstanding his talents and standing in society, he would have to

come into the sheepfold by the door, and after all his preaching to

others, have to be baptized himself for the remission of sins by those

who were ordained to that power. These considerations no doubt had

their weight upon his mind, which caused him to act as he did; and

notwithstanding his former kindness he soon became one of our most

violent opposers.

"However, his congregation did not follow his example, they having

some time been praying for our coming, and having been assured by Mr.

Fielding that he could not place more confidence in an angel than he

did in the statements of his brother Joseph, respecting this people;

consequently they were in a great measure prepared for the reception

of the Gospel, probably as much so as Cornelius was anciently.

"Having now no public place to preach in, we began to preach at night

in private houses, which were opened in every direction, when numbers

came to hear and believed the Gospel."

Thus was Satan unsuccessful in stopping the spread of the work. The

smoking flax was bursting into flame, and all his efforts could not

quench it. Chapels and churches he might close, for of them he held

the keys, but the hearts of the humble and pure were in God's keeping,

and to these sacred temples His servants had ready access.

Then came the stroke climacteric; the _dernier ressort_ of satanic

hostility.

"Saturday evening," says Heber C. Kimball, "it was agreed that I

should go forward and baptize, the next morning, in the river Ribble,

which runs through Preston.

"By this time the adversary of souls began to rage, and he felt

determined to destroy us before we had fully established the kingdom

of God in that land, and the next morning I witnessed a scene of

satanic power and influence which I shall never forget.

"Sunday, July 30th, about daybreak, Elder Isaac Russell (who had been

appointed to preach on the obelisk in Preston Square, that day,) who

slept with Elder Richards in Wilfred Street, came up to the third

story, where Elder Hyde and myself were sleeping, and called out,

'Brother Kimball, I want you should get up and pray for me that I may

be delivered from the evil spirits that are tormenting me to such a

degree that I feel I cannot live long, unless I obtain relief.'

"I had been sleeping on the back of the bed. I immediately arose,

slipped off at the foot of the bed, and passed round to where he was.

Elder Hyde threw his feet out, and sat up in the bed, and we laid

hands on him, I being mouth, and prayed that the Lord would have mercy

on him, and rebuked the devil.

"While thus engaged, I was struck with great force by some invisible

power, and fell senseless on the floor. The first thing I recollected

was being supported by Elders Hyde and Richards, who were praying for

me; Elder Richards having followed Russell up to my room. Elders Hyde

and Richards then assisted me to get on the bed, but my agony was so

great I could not endure it, and I arose, bowed my knees and prayed. I

then arose and sat up on the bed, when a vision was opened to our

minds, and we could distinctly see the evil spirits, who foamed and

gnashed their teeth at us. We gazed upon them about an hour and a half

(by Willard's watch). We were not looking towards the window, but

towards the wall. Space appeared before us, and we saw the devils

coming in legions, with their leaders, who came within a few feet of

us. They came towards us like armies rushing to battle. They appeared

to be men of full stature, possessing every form and feature of men in

the flesh, who were angry and desperate; and I shall never forget the

vindictive malignity depicted on their countenances as they looked me

in the eye; and any attempt to paint the scene which then presented

itself, or portray their malice and enmity, would be vain. I perspired

exceedingly, my clothes becoming as wet as if I had been taken out of

the river. I felt excessive pain, and was in the greatest distress

for some time. I cannot even look back on the scene without feelings

of horror; yet by it I learned the power of the adversary, his enmity

against the servants of God, and got some understanding of the

invisible world. We distinctly heard those spirits talk and express

their wrath and hellish designs against us. However, the Lord

delivered us from them, and blessed us exceedingly that day."

Elder Hyde's supplemental description of that fearful scene is as

follows, taken from a letter addressed to President Kimball:

"Every circumstance that occurred at that scene of devils is just as

fresh in my recollection at this moment as it was at the moment of its

occurrence, and will ever remain so. After you were overcome by them

and had fallen, their awful rush upon me with knives, threats

imprecations and hellish grins, amply convinced me that they were no

friends of mine. While you were apparently senseless and lifeless on

the floor and upon the bed (after we had laid you there), I stood

between you and the devils and fought them and contended with them

face to face, until they began to diminish in number and to retreat

from the room. The last imp that left turned round to me as he was

going out and said, as if to apologize, and appease my determined

opposition to them, 'I never said anything against you!' I replied to

him thus: 'It matters not to me whether you have or have not; you are

a liar from the beginning! In the name of Jesus Christ, depart! He

immediately left, and the room was clear. That closed the scene of

devils for that time."

Years later, narrating the experience of that awful morning to the

Prophet Joseph, Heber asked him what it all meant, and whether there

was anything wrong with him that he should have such a manifestation.

"No, Brother Heber," he replied, "at that time you were nigh unto the

Lord; there was only a veil between you and Him, but you could not see

Him. When I heard of it, it gave me great joy, for I then knew that

the work of God had taken root in that land. It was this that caused

the devil to make a struggle to kill you."

Joseph then related some of his own experience, in many contests he

had had with the evil one, and said: "The nearer a person approaches

the Lord, a greater power will be manifested by the adversary to

prevent the accomplishment of His purposes."

An answer this, for the unbelieving and sophistical, who argue, with

the shallow reasoning of Job's comforters, that they have sinned most

who suffer most, and are ever ready to ascribe spiritual

manifestations, good or evil, to madness, drunkenness or imbecility.

It is needful, we are told, to experience opposites, to be enabled to

choose intelligently between them; and to those who have this

experience, and who "take the Holy Spirit for their guide," the way to

judge is as plain "as the daylight from the dark night."

'Tis Contrast sways unceasing sceptre

O'er vast Appreciation's realm;

E'en Gods, through sacrifice descending,

Triumphant rise to overwhelm.

So was it with the Apostles and Elders in Preston, after their

terrible encounter with the powers of evil, at Sunday day-break, July

30th, 1837. The Spirit of the Lord, with peace and joy that "passeth

understanding," dawned with the Sabbath sun upon their souls. They had

tasted of the bitter, and would thenceforth more fully know the sweet;

encompassed about by "the horror of darkness," they hailed with

ecstacy till then unknown, the glory of the golden morn.

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