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Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org

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"The atmosphere of the church was simply heavenly. Happy smiles, holy laughter, tears of joy,<br />

shouts of praise, songs of victory, glad clapping of hands, fervent, effectual prayers, preaching with<br />

the Holy Ghost sent down from heaven, and testimonies with the exultant ring of full salvation in<br />

them--these and countless other manifestations of the presence of the Holy Ghost in the midst of His<br />

people, characterized all the services of a day which I shall never forget."<br />

Sometimes persons were very remarkably directed by the Spirit of God to associate themselves<br />

with the Church of the Nazarene. This was especially the case with Mrs. Lily D. Bothwell, for many<br />

years a member of the First Church in Los Angeles, and now belonging to the Pentecostal Church<br />

of the Nazarene in Pomona, California. <strong>In</strong> the issue of the Nazarene Messenger of January B, 1905,<br />

she makes the following interesting statement:<br />

"When the Church of the Nazarene was organized at Berkeley, I was very much interested in<br />

reading an account of it, and also of the founding of the church at Los Angeles, of which I had never<br />

before heard. My interest was at once awakened in what seemed to be an extraordinary moving of<br />

the Lord through this new channel. After this when meeting persons from Los Angeles, my first<br />

thought was, 'They will know something of the Church of the Nazarene there,' and I never failed to<br />

make inquiries about it.<br />

"Thoughts of this church were continually in my mind and I began praying God's blessing upon<br />

it. For more than two years, every night at worship, I prayed for this people, and I would see in vision<br />

God's care over the church, and the light of His glory shining upon it. How my heart would warm<br />

and glow as I prayed! Something of the glory of the church rested upon me, and made me one with<br />

a people who did not know me, but whom I knew in the Holy Ghost.<br />

"When I came to Los Angeles in June, 1900, I went to the old tabernacle on Los Angeles street,<br />

and found my heart's church home. There, with the shadows of the pepper trees glinting across the<br />

threshold, and Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong> at the door greeting the people with a warm handclasp, the Lord said to<br />

me, 'Here is thy home.' I knew it then--I know it still. There abides in my heart praise and<br />

thanksgiving for the riches of His grace; for grace so freely poured out upon this people; for the great<br />

salvation with which He hath visited us; for blessings and for trials-- the latter to make tried and<br />

strong 'a peculiar people zealous of good works.' Thanks be to God for the future to which He calls<br />

us. Praise and honor and glory to the Lamb for the cleansing Blood, enabling us to keep in the middle<br />

of the road--God's highway of holiness--avoiding fanaticism on the one hand and lukewarmness on<br />

the other. Glory to our conquering Christ, who leads us on to victory through the power of the Holy<br />

Ghost."<br />

A Japanese Preacher<br />

Writing under date of March, 1905, Brother E. I. Ames, then a member of the First Church in<br />

Chicago, gives the following vivid picture of an afternoon service there:<br />

"The 2:30 meeting was a mighty season of song and testimony. I will try to give a few color<br />

touches of that glorious spiritual harmony on which our souls feasted. Oh, hallelujah! Such singing!<br />

We have rarely heard it equaled, and never surpassed. Brother Stewart was on his feet several times,

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