CHAPTER XI.

He Abandons the School-room. Remarkable Meeting near Alexandria.

Incidents. Establishes a Church. Mischief-making Preachers. Long and

Severe Attack of Typhoid Fever. Does not Lose Hope. Gratitude.

After teaching a year, I decided to abandon the school-room and give

myself wholly to the preaching of the Word. In the summer of 1865 I did

some mission work in Boone county, under the direction of the State

Board. In August, I held a meeting in Campbell county, about five miles

from Alexandria. The circumstances were a little peculiar. The Baptist

meeting-house in Alexandria had been blown down, and they were using

our house, at our invitation, every Lord's day afternoon, till they

could rebuild. They had a house about five miles in the country, and a

large congregation. Nearly the whole community were Baptists, and they

claimed a kind of preëmption. We had not a member in the neighborhood.

I was exceedingly anxious to hold a meeting in the very center of this

stronghold, and thought that as they were using our house, they would

grant me the use of theirs; but they would not. They offered to let me

have it for one sermon, but not for a protracted meeting. This did not

suit my purpose; and as there was an old log school-house near by, I

made an appointment for a meeting in this, which was to begin on Sunday

afternoon; and a few friends went with me from town. When we arrived at

the place, not a soul was on the ground; so having waited after the

time, and no one coming, I decided at once that the Baptists had

reported the appointment withdrawn, so that when I came and found no

one, I would be disgusted, and return home. But I was not disposed to

be defeated in that way. There was no brother in reach with whom I

could stay, but I told the friends to go back to town and leave me, and

that I would hold the meeting, "if I had to sleep in the woods, live on

pawpaws, and drink out of the 'branch.'" So they left me.

There was a man living about a mile away whom the Baptists had excluded

about a year before, and who had no good feeling for them. Concluding

that that would be the best chance for shelter, I went to the house,

and learned from him that the appointment had indeed been

countermanded, just as I suspected. He promised me food and shelter

while I held the meeting. A number of neighbor boys were there with

his, and these were told to circulate the appointment for next night.

The following day he and I went and cleaned the house, putting in some

"anxious seats," fixing it to hold as many as possible. He sent his

boys out through the neighborhood notifying the people, and that night

we had about thirty present. The next night the house was full; and

from this on we had large audiences, day and night. In a few days we

built an arbor in front, and seated it; then, standing in the door, I

preached to those within and without. The meeting continued two weeks,

and resulted in fifty-two additions. Twenty-seven of these were from

that Baptist Church, and the rest by confession. A few of the

twenty-seven, the man with whom I lodged among the number, were not in

the fellowship of the church at that time.

Several incidents occurred during the meeting. A very wicked man began

to attend, and one night he felt that he could stand the fire no

longer; but as I was in the door, preventing his escape in that

direction, he leaped out of a window, and ran off into the woods. In

about ten minutes he came crowding in from the outside, to make the

confession.

A Baptist man became interested in the meeting, but his wife was so

bitter in her feelings that she would not attend. He finally prevailed

upon her to come. Going home, he asked her how she liked it. "Better

than I expected," was the reply. No more was said, but the next day she

came without persuasion. When asked the same question, she said, "They

don't preach what I thought they did." He was anxious to unite with us

on the Bible, but was waiting in the hope of getting her to come with

him. The next day she was in the house and he on the outside, and he

did not know till the meeting was over that she had come forward and

been received into the fellowship.

At this meeting a gentleman came and asked me to marry him that night

after the services should be over. I told him I could not, as I had not

obtained license to marry. He then asked if I would object to his

getting a Methodist preacher who lived several miles away. That night

there was a great crowd, and I saw nothing of the preacher, but while

we were singing an invitation song a gentleman came pushing in, and

gave me his hand. I thought, of course, he wanted to make the

confession, and I tried to seat him with the others who had come

forward; but he would not. He soon became excited, and, tearing himself

loose, forced his way into the crowd. Just then some one whispered to

me that that was the Methodist preacher. It was a long time before the

services closed, and he was still so embarrassed that it was with great

difficulty he performed the required ceremony. He hurried away without

speaking to me, and then sent his apology, stating that he was so

mortified over his blunder that he could not speak to me about it that

night.

On account of the numbers, the distance from town, and the want of

facilities for attendance there on the part of many of the converts,

they insisted upon having a church of their own at the school-house.

Under the circumstances it was thought best to comply with their

request. No officers were appointed as such, because of inexperience,

but several brethren were designated as those who should take a general

oversight of the flock, conduct their worship, etc., but none had

authority; and all were exhorted to be in subjection one to another.

They met every Lord's day and broke the loaf, and had prayer-meeting

Wednesday night. A large number took part in the worship. They had

frequent confessions, and a blacksmith across Licking River, who

preached, met them at the water, when notified, to attend to baptizing.

They thus grew in a few months from the fifty-two to seventy-five, when

two mischief-making preachers visited them and insisted that without

ordained elders and deacons they were no church at all, and finally

prevailed upon them to have a number of men ordained. I was sick, and

knew nothing that was going on. These ignorant novices thought there

was no use in having authority unless it were exercised. So they began

to crack their ecclesiastical whip, and the peace of the church was

disturbed. Things went from bad to worse till the whole congregation

went to pieces. Thus a good work was destroyed by the folly of two

ignorant, self-important preachers. Much mischief has been done in our

reformatory work by hasty organization. Like the New Testament

churches, we should have no ordained officers till we have material out

of which to make them.

About September 10, 1865, I was stricken down with typhoid fever. I had

a good physician, and he nursed me with the utmost care. During that

sickness he came to see me a _hundred and thirty_ times. For over seven

weeks there was not a hopeful symptom. He allowed no company in the

room but my wife and the nurses. He appointed good brethren to nurse

me, each night about. No one else was allowed to touch me, except my

wife. I did not see my two little children for over two months, though

they were all the time in the house. After seven weeks he told me that

for the first time he saw a slight indication of recovery. After I

became convalescent, he said, in talking over the case, that he could

attribute my recovery to but two things--my confidence all the time

that I should get well, and the faith I had in my physician. He

determined this latter by saying that I followed his direction minutely

in everything. Theologically, he could not have given a better

definition of faith. He was a Baptist.

I never gave up for a moment, and would not allow my mother to be sent

for till I was far on the road to recovery. I got out for the first

time on Christmas day, but it was a year before I was able to resume

regular preaching; and even then, and for a long time afterwards, I

felt the effects of this terrible disease. Had it not been for the

close attention of the doctor, and the good nursing of my dear wife and

kind brethren, I am sure that attack of sickness would have sent me to

my grave. Truly, God has been very merciful to me in giving me friends

wherever I have lived, and I have ever felt I could not be grateful

enough or diligent enough in the service of my Redeemer and His church

to repay Him or them for all this undeserved goodness.

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