Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
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country roads, unhindered and unprotected by fences, winding their ways in most enchanting places,<br />
into glen and forest, crossing dashing brooks, and through the meadows, with the constantly<br />
recurring farmhouse, usually painted white, with outbuildings red, mostly with an air of age and<br />
comfort, with so many indescribably beautiful landscapes-- arouses in one a sense of beauty, the<br />
thrill of which is not soon forgotten.<br />
The cemeteries impressed us, many so large and all seemingly so full. Here the generations rest.<br />
Life, struggle, and toil and sorrow, and fitful joy, are over; friend and foe and lover lie quietly side<br />
by side. Already in some instances, the stone or board, or marble slab, is crumbling or falling, and<br />
one involuntarily says, "Whence? Whither? Where?"<br />
It was in this immediate vicinity that both Mrs. <strong>Bresee</strong> and myself were children, were reared, and<br />
were converted. It was here that I came from the West, a youthful preacher, for my bride and bore<br />
away from her home and friends, one who has fulfilled in largest measure, in all the difficult places<br />
through which we have passed, as well as the more open paths, all that can be meant by that sacred<br />
name, wife.<br />
But one person is alive out of a large company that was at our wedding, and scare any whom we<br />
knew in our youth are here. The hills and the rocks and the streams abide; many houses are just as<br />
they were; but the people are gone hence.<br />
<strong>In</strong> Our Childhood<br />
As in our childhood, the two Methodist village churches about three miles apart, constitute a<br />
circuit or charge. There is preaching at the one every Sunday, at 10:30 a. m., and at the other at 1 p.<br />
m., and alternately at night. At the one Mrs. <strong>Bresee</strong> was converted; at the other I bowed at the altar<br />
and found peace. I was very willing to accept the invitation of the pastor, and preach in both places.<br />
Several times we have returned from our western wanderings and looked at these, to us, 'sacred'<br />
places; but the memory of the saving grace of our Lord was never more sweet than now. Though all<br />
who gathered here are gone, the experience and comfort of the grace of God abides.<br />
One thing is impressed upon us, that all these lands are simply camping grounds for the people<br />
as they march to the grave. How they need to hear with heaven-born energy the words from the lips<br />
of Jesus, "I am the resurrection and the life."<br />
A Memorable Day<br />
Upon his return to Los Angeles, Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong> preached a great sermon at the First Church on the<br />
resurrection. The scene is thus described by Rev. J. P. Coleman: "The Sabbath, June 12th, at First<br />
Church was one of the greatest days we ever saw. Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong>'s sermon was a masterpiece of<br />
unanswerable argument for the resurrection of Christ from the dead. It was attended with a power<br />
and unction that moved the assembled multitude as trees swept by a tornado. And such it was,<br />
though sent from heaven. The people shouted and wept for joy until the noise could be heard afar.<br />
At the close they broke forth with our hallelujah song of triumph, with waving of handkerchiefs and<br />
great rejoicing. It w as worth a lifetime to be permitted to witness what our eyes saw, and to feel the