One Can Turn The Tide
Some years ago a church was visited by showers of refreshing from the Presence of the Lord. The whole town and countryside was stirred for God. Saloons and dance halls were emptied, while altars were filled with young and old weeping their way through to full salvation. Ministers of other churches wanting to know how this revival blaze started were told the following story.
"Ours was a church that did not have a summer slump for ours was a year-round slump. How we worked for that church! But despite all our efforts the services continued to dwindle and we lost ground Sunday after Sunday until it seemed we would have to close.
"We blamed the minister (a godly man who would have given his life for the Gospel). We blamed the young people. Some almost blamed God Himself.
"About this time a quiet, middle-aged woman moved into town. Her faith was boundless. She knew the Bible from cover to cover. Her quiet but trusting manner in quoting God’s promises put us to shame. The sight of our unfilled pews, our almost empty Sunday school, left her undismayed. ‘God wants His house filled,’ she said. ‘He wants the young people saved and the older ones reclaimed. He wants men and women delivered from Satan’s power. We must take ourselves to praying for them.’
When All Fails – Prayer Avails
"Encouraged by her insistent, unfaltering faith, we set ourselves to praying. We began, a little band of eight earnest souls. Every day at eleven and again at four, we gave ourselves to prayer for the minister, for the ingathering of souls in the community, for our loved ones, for those in authority in our nation, for all saints, for all men, and for the mission fields. As God laid it on our hearts, so we prayed.
"Every evening for one hour before services we prayed, unitedly, earnestly. All talking was forbidden. We tiptoed to our place of prayer and stayed there as long as our hearts were burdened.
"Prayer became our business. We gave ourselves to it and all that was in us. And how God did help us! We did not proclaim what we were doing abroad, but others, attracted by our earnestness, began to join us in prayer.
"Soon the attendance in church and Sunday school began to increase. By God’s help, we built an altar of prayer in our church, and built all other things around it. We held with an iron grasp the hours we had pledged to prayer. The leadership of the Holy Spirit was acknowledged. Human leadership and self-assertion were not encouraged in our midst. All self was humbled. Our spirits were contrite and broken under the burden of prayer for lost souls.
"Our minister caught the fire. Our church became holy ground. Before the town realized it, the church services were crowded. The theaters and dance halls were almost deserted, and the spirit of a Heaven-sent revival pervaded the whole town and countryside."