The Saint of the Wilderness Chapter 17
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Page 399-404- The Wabash Camp Meetings, August, 1895, The night the angels sang….
Note! This is account is a concoction of multiple accounts…
1.
http://www.southwesttimes.com/2010/08/archive-5071/
2. Jess Carr’s Saint of the Wilderness
3. Willard Sanders Barberry’s “Brother Sheffey – A Christian who knew the Power of Prayer”
4. From countless conversations with the old timers of my area (I live 10-15 miles E of Trigg, VA)
And in the words of the internet author… “I can not vouch for the authenticity of this story, but can point out that all of the information was passed down by reputable ministers of the Methodist Church.”
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Robert and Eliza made it just in time for the camp meetings. Though missing out in the preliminaries at least he was there in time to exhort. It was customary for Eliza to sit with her family while Robert would sit on the front pews, ready to admonish and to exhort after the preacher was through with his message.
The time of exhortation would happen in which the people called the ‘After Service ‘ followed by prayer in which Robert had many times met petitioners in the straw. As Robert was not entirely well he would have Tyler Frazier lead the after service this year. The energetic Tyler was gifted in body as well as mind and emotionally dynamic. The Dr. E.E. ‘Ed ‘ Wiley and Dr. P.L. Cobb were in charge of the music service. The Dr. J.W. Perry from Abington was the main speaker and together assembled one fine camp meeting in the August of 1895.
Robert was at first taken aback at the young educated ministers, after having met them all superstitions melted away. He gradually became impressed with this brand of ministers and told Ed Bailey so, You did a fine job Brother Bailey, Robert said, This will be the finest camp meeting in years!
The Fathers of the Camp Meetings had alleged that there should be no such thing as mediocrity in a camp meeting; it was to be the greatest assemblage and the most thrilling occasion of religious worship known to the church. And this year was no exception. The organization of the meetings also modeled the preferred arrangement of services with bugles blowing before each event ‘
1. Early rise at 6 AM
2. Family prayer and breakfast ‘ Rachel Hicks again served as camp cook.
3. The general prayer and exhortation service was held at 9 AM
4. The first service of the day was held at 11 AM.
5. Dining at the noon hour.
6. 3 PM service with multiple speakers and exhortations
7. Dinner on the grounds
8. 7 PM service
9. The After Service ‘ Sometimes held until the wee hours of the morning.
Though the After Services were rolling along into the wee hours of the morning, to Robert ‘s amazement, they had no trouble rising again the next morning to do it all over again. The thrill to see souls liberated with faces lit as angels thrilled Robert through and through.
The people have got in a good way! They stay in the straw until they receive the Sweet Lord Jesus ‘ divine Holy Spirit; you can see the change light up their countenance! Robert would tell Eliza.
Robert still had the gift to rise from the straw during the After Service with his stories of crude illustrations, funny stories, and would generally have the crowd charged with crying, shouting, and rejoicing ‘ With emotions breaking out as a floodtide. Folks would fall in the Spirit and would sometimes need to be carried to their tent as the After Service came to an end. Due to the rupture and truss, Robert ‘s movements were limited to the front pew from which he sat and the straw that was to receive the many penitents ready to weep their way into the Kingdom of Heaven.
We have a fine speaker this year in Dr. J.W. Perry from Abington, Brother Bailey, the pastor of the Staffordsville circuit said.
Yes indeed! said Robert. The Lord be praised! I am much thankful for this year ‘s meetings! I have not seen such After Services!
On Sunday, the last night of the service, the day at the camp was one of intense religious fervor and deep emotion. At almost every gathering there were shouts and hallelujahs. The whole numbers of parishioners were about 5,000 and on fire for God with the experiences and many conversions.
On this the last night of the meetings, Dr. J. W. Perry from Abingdon was preaching from the eleventh chapter of Hebrews. He read the fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth verses, saying, ‘For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country. And truly, if they had been mindful of that country from whence they came out, they might have had opportunity to have returned. But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: Wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city. ‘ Before he finished reading a feeling came over the people never felt since they were born in this world.
From the opening of the scriptures on the heavenly home a general excitement began to set in the camp. People began to vocalize their praise to the Lord, some with hands raised, some shouting. As the sermon progressed into what city God had prepared for them, with a golden light as the sun that shines through a great cloud, with numeral angels, 1,500 miles high, and the saints dressed in beautiful white garments all aglow with the light and the energy proceeding from God the Father, describing the celestial city like no man can, that the people's spirit were raptured away into a great elation, happiness, and ecstasy. Shouting, pacing the aisles with hands raised, weeping, a great floodtide of emotion in a service Robert had not seen the likes.
The alter was flooded with souls and the experiences grand. Dr. Perry asked to be excused for a time as he was totally exhausted. He then went to the preacher ‘s tent to lie down. Scores came forward as penitents and fell in the Spirit all about the shed. There was such a tremendous surge of emotion at that time that Dr. Perry hurried back under the shed to behold the glory that was happening all around him. Robert took to the alter work and exhortations with great delight. In these moments at the height of religious fervor Robert paused to take it all in. There on the front seats the old men sat weeping, they could only with pointed fingers and tears dripping down their cheek declare, The Holy Ghost! ‘ The Holy Ghost! as they looked on, souls laid about the alter with faces all aglow, the middle age men shouting, the rest of the camp hugging and enjoying love feast and the fruits of human fellowship. In his days at Emory and Henry Robert had studied the word Utopia, this was as close to the definition of the word as he could imagine.
Never have I seen such a great response to the Word! God be praised! The people have got it in a good way! Robert would cry as he worked the alter.
J. T. (Tyler) Frazier, in charge of the after-service, being the presiding elder then turned to the music minister and told him to sing ‘Jesus, Lover of My Soul ‘ as the singing was always a very important spiritual force. As usual, they were putting all they had into the singing and into the worship.
As they started the second stanza of this song a Ms Stafford called out above the sound of the voices of the congregation, Listen, listen, the redeemed hosts of heaven are singing. I hear the voice of my mother. Rev. Wiley then heard the singing, softer than human voices but clearly distinguishable through the remainder of the Stanza. A thrill came over the audience and many pressed toward the right of the building.
As the main speaker, Dr. Perry was in the straw with penitents, R.A. Kelley came up to him and declared, Don ‘t you hear it? The angels are singing! By then people were rushing out from under the shed, but some including Robert stayed and knelt with the penitents who remained in prayer, not knowing the cause of the ado, and not physically able to investigate. Those who claim they saw the heavenly figures stood with awe-inspired faces, still enraptured, others clung to each other; others chanted a barely audible ode of joy.
All the people who were on the right side of the shed were awestruck and excited. The ones who reported it first were on the outside of the shed and evidently called others out that way that they too might hear. They could hear better out from under the shed, and there was sweetness in the voices that they couldn ‘t explain ‘ they were much clearer and higher than human voices. The heavenly chorus didn ‘t sound like it was right in front of them but it didn ‘t sound far away either. It lasted only a little while; then the angels ‘ voices stopped just as quickly as they started. Everyone was convinced by the earnestness of those who heard the singing. In minutes total euphoria set in the camp with faces that were radiant with almost supernatural light.
There was no sleeping for the folks that night. All were aglow and very much raptured away with great elation. That night would yield to much human love and fellowship even after the sun arose on those Giles County Virginia Mountains. All early morning Robert would listen to testimonies, hug the necks of tear laded penitents, and listen to yet another account of the night ‘s miraculous event. Robert himself was confined to the mid section front pews and in the mourners straw, missing out on the heavenly event. It was mid morning, as he was slow in getting around, before he finally ran into the group of those who originally beheld the heavenly vision. As the people drew nearer he beheld a look of ecstasy and peace about them. Some of them hummed low and a few wept softly.
Oh, Brother Shelly, an elderly woman literally cried out to him, the angels sang!
The angels sang! A dozen voices echoed the original statement.
The ranks of faces, still enraptured, swelled about him.
Bless you for the testimony which you feel, but I cannot listen to all of you at once. Let Brother Suiter finish telling me what he has started, Robert said.
Suiter stepped forward. A step or two, and at closer range the look of haunted sublimity was even more pronounced upon his face. Before the preacher finished preaching I had a feeling I ‘ve never felt since I was born into this world, I can ‘t explain it to you very good, but my wife and others around us felt it too.
The important thing to me was that God was there. If there is more rejoicing in Heaven over one sinner that repenteth than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance, we know what was going on in Heaven and, if a little of the music spilled over on to the joy under the shed, I am not surprised.
I felt it as well! Robert remarked, Now what exactly did you hear?
Suiter continued: We were sitting on one of the slab pews under the worship shed, near the north overhang of the roof. When the call to repentance and conversion came, numbers all around us started going forward, and those remaining started to sing ‘Jesus, Lover of My Soul. ‘ Before we had finished the first verse of the song a strange feeling came over me and I heard a high-pitched drone above my head ‘ like a swarm of bees going by. I looked around me and others just outside the shed in the open air were gazing toward the sky and pointing upward with their fingers. The people under the shed kept singing, and when the second verse of the song was started, Reverend Bailey stopped the singing and looked up toward the roof. Reverend Wagner, who had also preached that night and was still on the platform, called out in a loud voice above the singing, ‘Listen! Listen! The redeemed hosts of heaven are singing! I hear the voice of my mother! ‘ We all stopped singing, and one of your wife ‘s people, a Mrs. Stafford, recognized her mother ‘s voice.
By then people were rushing out from under the shed, but some stayed and knelt in prayer. We could hear better out from under the shed, and there was a sweetness in the voices I couldn ‘t explain if my life depended on it ‘ they were much clearer and higher than human voices. The heavenly chorus didn ‘t sound like it was right in front of us, but it didn ‘t sound far away either. It lasted only a little while; then the angels ‘ voices stopped just as quick as they started. All the faces turned up toward the moonlight looked like mirrors reflecting moonbeams, but we waited in vain: no voices were heard a second time.
Not for a moment do I doubt our sweet Lord ‘s presence in a very special way, I was busy in the straw with the penitents, I thought I was hearing the sound as if it was the passing of many humming birds, but dismissed what my mind was telling me, Robert smiled.
It was a miracle, Suiter breathed reverently,
Why do you say it was a miracle? Robert inquired.
I never heard the angels sing before, and many people felt things they ‘d never felt before. I did.
There is so much for our hearts and minds to see if we prepare ourselves. Only our sweet Lord knows if it was a miracle that you saw, but I believe otherwise. I believe from what you have told me that this blessed camp session has been so spirit-filled that many of you have been able to humble yourselves to a level of spiritual obedience that has allowed you to see the substance of life with more depth than most men ever see. Neither can we forget the earlier happenings of the session: many were converted, no doubt, and it has been said that there is more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner that repenteth than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance? It is not beyond reason nor divine dispensation that we have been shown only the heights of a very great happiness.
But it never happened before. A timid voice, more troubled than comforted, spoke out from the circle.
Have you ever felt yourselves more humbled and yielding before? Robert countered.
Suiter agreed they hadn ‘t ‘ and, furthermore, that this knowledge had been the main subject of the all-night discussion after the soul-shaking experience. Recounted also was a concern that if they had indeed witnessed a miracle, why had not all onlookers been aware of it.
When we go to the well and lower the bucket, we are not surprised when the bucket comes up full merely because we have not seen the bubbling water at its beginning. When we go to the spring and kneel to drink, we can see the water only as it seeps out of the rocks; but the source is no less real because it is born underground, beyond our vision. Dear brothers and sisters, what I am saying is that you have seen for only a brief while what is all around us ‘ what was already there. Bless you for your soul ‘s vision, and may it always strengthen you, as I can assure you that it will. Do not allow yourselves to think of this experience as the supernatural, but rather as a ride to the bottom of your well, on the well rope, wherein you have seen the source of all that is outpouring for you. The Bible tells us that we in our human frailties and arrogance see only through a glass darkly. What will our vision be when all the smoked glass is removed from before our eyes?
Even on Tuesday after the camp was broken nearly all of the participating preachers had remained. He found them to be shaken and humbled men, and Tyler Frazier confirmed all that Robert had already heard. He wandered about the grounds and the worship shed and finally came back to the preachers ‘ tent.
Lady Nick? Did she find her peace in this great awakening? he asked of Tyler.
She left before it happened, he said, reaching behind him and handing Robert the customary red flower. Robert smelled it and dropped it to the ground and with the heel of his shoe he crushed it into the soft soil. In a moment he was passing from view of his colleagues and climbing the hill laboriously ‘ with sheepskin prayer mat in hand.