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

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<strong>In</strong> this way, he accomplished two things. First, his preaching was always in line with his<br />

intellectual and spiritual development, and the subjects chosen were evidently revealed to him by<br />

the Holy Spirit, as best suited to his own needs, and those of his hearers Second, he never lacked a<br />

supply of fresh, new sermons.<br />

Let me say at this point that his sermons were thoroughly prepared. He did not trust his ability,<br />

skill, or experience. He did not rely on the inspiration of the moment or the occasion to carry him<br />

through. He always did his best, and gave his best in sustained, prayerful thought and study. Having<br />

let the sermon saturate mind and heart, the next step in his process of preparation, was to take his<br />

pen in hand and prayerfully write a sermon outline. These outlines were quite full, containing<br />

perhaps one-quarter of the discourse, as afterward preached. One characteristic of his sermons was<br />

their remarkable fulness of thought. Some of them could easily be expanded into books. They were<br />

marvelously rich in ideas, illustrations, and imagery. He was gifted with historical imagination in<br />

a high degree, and would begin with a vivid picture of the scene of the text.<br />

The final stage of the process of preparation was what he called "soaking'? his sermon. For the<br />

last twenty-five years of his life it was his custom to go to bed for this purpose. He would then close<br />

his eyes and review over and over his sermon outline, until he had committed it to memory, not<br />

exactly verbatim, but sufficiently to enable him to repeat it substantially from beginning to end. He<br />

admitted that this was very slavish work, and that it would probably have been better if he had<br />

adopted a less laborious method in his early ministry, but stated that he was too old to change.<br />

His Eloquence<br />

His eloquence was of a high type, and sometimes so fiery and impetuous that his hearers were<br />

carried away, almost forgot where they were, and were seemingly transported into realms of glory.<br />

His sermons abounded in lofty climaxes, and, as he rose in the scale of inspired and impassioned<br />

utterance of the sublimities and infinitudes of the grace of God, he took on in his personal<br />

appearance much of the glory and grandeur of the mighty gospel which he proclaimed. His eyes<br />

seemed to burn, his face shine, and his whole being glow, as with all his physical, mental, and<br />

spiritual power, he preached a salvation which destroyed sin, and lifted the pardoned culprit from<br />

the lowest depths of degradation to the shining summits of the mountains of God.<br />

His Unction<br />

Few men had such unction as he. The fire of God seemed to burn through his being, as he<br />

proclaimed with all his might the glorious message of full salvation. His flashing eyes, rich and<br />

vibrant voice, and compelling presence, all heightened the effect of his fiery eloquence. As we<br />

listened with rapt attention to the fervent appeals of this "regnant man," we felt that his great soul<br />

was all ablaze with the love of God shed abroad in his heart by the Holy Ghost.<br />

I heard him first in the summer of 1889, at Beulah Park campmeeting, in Oakland, California. He<br />

preached on the divine Presence in the pulpit. I do not remember much of what he said, but all<br />

around him there seemed to be an atmosphere aglow with heavenly radiance, and palpitating with<br />

the very life of God. I was moved as I had never been before by the preaching of any man.

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