W. B. Godbey - Enter His Rest

Satan says sanctification divides churches. We found this church divided, but sanctification unite it. They not
only kept their pastor, but when his time was up they petitioned for his return.
Between these great revivals at Farmington and Frederickstown, responsive to an urgent call, I went to a town in
that part of the country which was honored with a Methodist college. They were intensely anxious for a great
and glorious revival, such as God had given us at Farmington; but, like many others who ever and anon called
me, they just would not let me preach the Sinai Gospel, which is the only power to convict people, without
which a revival would be an empty farce. Therefore I had to go away and leave them resting in their carnal
security. The students and the people would have taken the truth, but the president of the college flickered under
the fire, his teachers following him and a car' pastor helping them to magnify Satan in the defeat of the revival
which was so much needed, especially to save the students. I must confess that I left with much reluctance, for
this was one of the most inviting fields I ever knew; but I just could not reap the harvest without a sharp sickle,
which they absolutely would not tolerate. I went from there to Frederickstown, where God did that glorious
work which were so much needed. Especially in the Methodist Church, where the footprint: of Bishop Marvin,
of precious memory, who long lived there, were still delectably visible.
The Lord gave us a glorious revival in Jefferson City, the state capital, in which he wrought mighty works,
bringing salvation and sanctification to many hungry souls. There he profoundly impressed me with the lesson
of His boundless free grace as never before. At that time witnesses to sanctification were few and rare. When we
entered upon the work and began to marshal the forces for the oncoming battle with sin and Satan, I found about
three or four people in the city clear in the experience of sanctification.
Among them was an old Mormon, whose testimony was beautiful; he was inundated with the Holy Spirit and
flooded with the sweet, perfect love of God, indubitably manifested by the words dripping with honey and all of
his inspiring utterances electrified with flowing tears, really surprising me as I felt that I was in the presence of a
weeping prophet. I never, of course, held any sectarian meeting, but always threw them wide open for the Lord's
people of every name, order, nationality, race, and color. But as I had never before come in contact with
Mormons in my meetings, I felt a little staggered. The pastor, Brother Cobb, a leading man in the Methodist
connection, perceiving my perplexity, unhesitatingly relieved me with the assurance that the Christian character
of this Mormon brother was accepted throughout the city without impeachment, and that all had unshaken
confidence in his piety, and said for me to give him perfect liberty in the meetings and use him with the utmost
freedom. His prayer was flooded with the unction and power of the Holy Ghost, as well as his testimonies and
exhortations. Through his influence the members of his Church attended the meetings, got saved and sanctified
and took an active part along with the Methodists and other denominations. I may observe that there are two
branches of the Mormon Church in the West ' polygamous and the anti-polygamous. Those people 'were
identified with the latter, having but one wife. I then became more than ever convinced that God is no respecter
of persons and always ready to bless the humble and meek, lowly and faithful, with the unstinted bounty of His
superabounding grace.
We had a glorious, old-style, Holy Ghost revival, with people praying through to victory and shouting. Glory to
God! Methodists, Mormons, and others all mixed up, making them feel like singing:
“My brethren, can you say
That you are on your way?
I care not for your name,
Religion Is the same.
Perhaps you think me wild,
Or simple as a child;
I am a child of glory;
Just born from above,
My soul is full of love;
Come hear me tell my story.
My soul doth long to go
Where I shall fully know
The glories of my Savior;