Scriptural Sanctification - Media Sabda Org
Scriptural Sanctification - Media Sabda Org
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SCRIPTURAL SANCTIFICATION:<br />
An<br />
Attempted Solution of the Holiness Problem<br />
By The<br />
Rev. John R. Brooks, D.D.<br />
Chapter 21<br />
MODERN METHODIST TESTIMONY<br />
-- FISK, OLIN, FOSTER, PECK --<br />
-- MISS WILLARD, CARRADINE --<br />
-- ANDERSON, AND SCHOOLFIELD --<br />
We will first give the testimony of Dr. Tillett's distinguished namesake, the eminent Wilbur Fisk.<br />
In the following extracts, Dr. George Prentice, his biographer, very truly and justly characterizes him,<br />
and gives us some most important facts touching his experience and life. He says:<br />
"Dr. Wilbur Fisk, the charming, inspiring, and subduing preacher, the founder of institutional<br />
education in American Methodism, a man combining the distinctive charms that endear to us the<br />
beautiful characters of Fenelon and Channing, Jonathan Edwards and John Fletcher, lived more than<br />
a score of years in the faith and exemplification of the sublime doctrine of Christian perfection as<br />
taught by Jesus Christ, St. Paul, and St. John. He prized that great tenet as one of the most important<br />
distinctions of Christianity.<br />
"His experience, which left its radiant impress on his daily life, was signalized by an<br />
overwhelming effusion of the Holy Spirit, depriving him of physical strength for several hours. It<br />
occurred at a camp meeting at Wellfleet, on August 10, 1819. As he was passing one of the Boston<br />
tents, a lady invited him to stay in that tent. She then told him that on the way down an assurance had<br />
been given her that Mr. Fisk would receive the blessing of a holy heart at that meeting. Dr. Fisk says:<br />
'Her words thrilled through me in an indescribable manner. I wept, I trembled, I fell. But Satan drew<br />
a veil of unbelief over my mind. They prayed for me, but all was dark; my heart was [seemed] harder<br />
than ever. (A clearer revelation of his depravity which preceded this baptism.) Thursday morning<br />
we had a familiar conversation concerning heart holiness. About the setting of the sun, word came<br />
that souls were begging for prayers in Brother Taylor's tent (the celebrated "Father Taylor," of the<br />
Seaman's Bethel). I went immediately in, and behold! God was there. We united in prayer, when one<br />
after another, to the number of four or five, were converted. We rose to sing. I looked up to God, and<br />
thanked him for answering prayer, and cried, "Lord, why not hear prayer for my soul?" My strength<br />
began to fail while I looked in faith. "Come, Lord, and come now. Thou wilt come. Heaven opens,<br />
my Saviour smiles. Glory! glory! Oh, glory to God! Help me, my brethren, to praise the Lord." The<br />
scene that was now opened to my view I can never describe. I could say: "Lord, thou knowest that<br />
I love thee! I love thee above everything ... Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me<br />
praise his holy name."'