M. HILLS
(Congregational)

February 9, 2017 // Story

 

  1. M. HILLS
(Congregational)

The writer was born of New England ancestry. I was brought up at the family altar. I read

the Bible through before I was eight years old, and always was better acquainted with it than with
any other book. One of the most precious of my childhood’s memories is that of my mother reading
to the children the immortal “Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress, ” until my whole heart would thrill at the
touch of Divine truth, and I was often melted to tears. Then she would commend us to God in
prayer. I believe those sacred hours made an indelible impression upon my young life for good. I
shall be glad to meet John Bunyan heaven .

I was converted the winter I was eleven years old, during a revival held in the Baptist

Church. I shall always have a tender feeling toward the Baptists. I have tried to pay my debt of
gratitude to the denomination by leading hundreds of the young people and youth of their churches
to Christ. I never stand before a Baptist audience without feelings of grateful joy welling up in my
soul.

I naturally joined the church of my parents; and of that denomination I have ever since been

a member. I find that, to a great extent, the denomination connection of most Christians is simply
matter of providential circumstances and environments. My mother was converted in a Methodist
Church, and so was my wife. Perhaps these facts have had some occult influence in making me take
so kindly and naturally to Methodist theology. But after a somewhat extended acquaintance with
both Methodist and Congregational Churches during five years of evangelistic work, I have come
to the deliberately formed opinion that, aside from the doctrine of sanctification, no two
denominations in America today are preaching so nearly the same theology as are the
Congregationalists and Methodists.

I graduated from the Mt. Vernon High School in 1867, and soon after entered the Freshman

class of Oberlin College. There I met the mighty Finney, “full of faith and of the Holy Ghost.” by
far the mightiest preacher I ever saw stand before an audience. And he was then seventy-five years
old. What must he have been thirty years before when in his glorious prime?

 

In the remarkably spiritual atmosphere that then characterized Oberlin, and under the

heart-searching, preaching of Finney, I had awakened within me a great heart-hunger for holiness.
President Mahan’s “Baptism of the Holy Ghost” was given me in my senior year in college, and it
deepened all former impressions and filled me with longings for the great blessing. Had Mahan’s
book given clear and full instruction on how to enter into the experience of sanctification, I am sure
I should have obtained the blessing then. But its directions were meager and indefinite where they
should have been full and plain, and I missed the way. I went to President Finney’s home and asked
for light. The old saint knelt and prayed with me, putting his dear hand on my head; but he gave me
no instruction, and left me in darkness as dense as ever. I marvelled at it then, but understand it
now. His own philosophy, erroneous in two or three particulars (pointed out in “Holiness and
Power “), unfitted him to led others into that blessing of which he himself was such a marvelous
example. That was in the early summer of 1871, just before graduated from college.

A few weeks later I entered Yale Theological Seminary, and under the depressing spiritual

atmosphere of the college and city, the longing for the blessing subsided. The baptism with the
Holy Ghost was never mentioned, and nothing definite and tangible about sanctification, that I can
recall, was ever spoken in my hearing by any professor or minister during all those important three
years when I was being trained to preach the Gospel of Christ. I am amazed at this now. Rev. R. A.
Torrey, of Chicago, says the same, and declares that in all his years at Yale, he never heard the
baptism with the Holy Ghost mentioned, save once by a student, and then he did not know what the
man was talking about. God speed the day when in all our schools of theology this important
subject will be taught as carefully as Homiletics or Systematic Theology!

Mahan’s book quickened in me a great desire to be a soul-winner, and I began my first

pastorate at Ravenna, Ohio, with that purpose burning like a flame in my soul. During my ten years’
pastorate, God gave me in that and neighboring churches with whom I labored in revivals, five
hundred souls. I was then pastor for six years of First Congregational Church, Allegheny City, Pa.
We built a church building costing twenty thousand dollars and God graciously gave me another
five hundred souls.

During this pastorate, too, in August, 1886, God took from me to her eternal home the

precious wife of my youth, leaving me three children. In the following August another took her
place who has faithfully mothered the motherless into Christian manhood and womanhood, — two
of whom graduated from Oberlin College this last summer. She has also borne me four children,
three sons and a daughter, all dedicated by her before their birth to be heralds of the Gospel of
Christ.

I then was called to become pastor of the College Church in Olivet, Mich. We were at once

blessed with a gracious revival and sixty-four joined the church, and the aisles were seated
Sabbath after Sabbath. But an ambitious self-asserting minority of ten per cent. of the church made
the pastorate anything but a delight, and I resigned for the sake of peace. At once a call was
accepted to become the State Evangelist of the Congregational Churches of Michigan. Nine new
churches were organized in connection with the revivals held, and eight hundred and sixty joined
the churches in twenty months. Then the financial panic came on, and the shrinking of contributions
made retrenchment necessary; that stopped the enlargement and the evangelistic work. A call came

 

to the Central Congregational Church, of Springfield, Missouri, which also brought college
opportunities for the children, and it was accepted. But the stern panic of 1894 so oppressed the
church and State Missionary Society, that it seemed impossible for the church to continue to bear
its burden, and the pastorate ended after the first year.

After the two long pastorates of sixteen years, the later rapid changes were disheartening

and bewildering. My heart was humbled and subdued, and I began to cry out for God, more of
God! A Doctor of Divinity wrote me that these changes had come through no fault of mine, and that
God did not want me to be pastor; that I could do more good as an evangelist than as pastor, and
that God wanted me to take the gift He had bestowed upon me and humbly use it.

I resolved to do it, and moved to Oberlin, Ohio, for the sake of the privileges of the

college, and entered at once into general evangelistic work. I was soon invited to conduct a
revival in President Finney’s old church, which resulted in the conversion of two hundred souls –
the greatest spiritual movement Oberlin had seen since Finney’s day, so reported by members of
the faculty.

This work was God’s way to bring me to the unutterable blessing. In the Oberlin meeting I

met the leader of the Oberlin Holiness Band, Brother L. C. Presler, who had stood in Oberlin for a
quarter of a century for holiness, much of the time alone. He became deeply interested in my work;
for I was teaching, as best I knew, the privilege of being holy. I was convinced of the Scriptural
truth and was hungering for the blessing, and dare not teach anything else. He kindly loaned me a
dozen of the standard books of Methodist on holiness. I was then writing the “Life and Labors of
Mary A. Woodbridge,” my true and sainted friend, who had recently gone to her glorious reward. I
finished that book and sent it to the publishers the last week in March, 1895, and then put all my
leisure and my heart and soul into the study of the great subject of holiness. All this time I was
preaching fifteen sermons a week, and was constantly in the midst of glorious revivals, and
teaching the believer’s privilege to be holy.

God knew I was an honest seeker, and He never withholds from such the truth. The light

came, and when I found definitely just what God wanted me to do, and what were the conditions of
receiving the baptism with the Holy Ghost, my heart cried out, ” I will gladly pay the price.” I
made over my will unreservedly and forever to be obedient to God, by renewed act of obedience.
Acts 5:4. I presented myself anew to God for this definite blessing in a consecration that covered
everything,–body, mind, will, hands, feet, lips, influence, reputation, wife, children, possessions
– ALL to be the Lord’s FOREVER. Rom. 6:13.

Then, like Abraham, I watched for the fire to fall and consume the sacrifice. I waited —

note it, dear reader — six months! Why? Because I was so foolish as to doubt God’s blessed
assurance: “The altar sanctifieth the gift.” We are sanctified by faith. Acts 2:18.

The patient Heavenly Father grew weary of waiting for His tardy child, and the Holy Spirit

convicted me mightily of my sin of unbelief. I went to the public meeting and confessed it, and
solemnly declared that, as I had urged others to believe God for justification, I would believe for
sanctification. For two days I fought the devil of doubt with a desperation of purpose to believe. I
walked the city park in the darkness alone, saying countless times: ” I can, I will, I do believe.”

 

Finally the Spirit suggested that I thank God or the sanctification as a blessing already

received. I began to do so. I had prayed but a few sentences, when lo! the witness came! The fire
fell! Glory to God forever!

Then I began to feel divinely kindled desire to write a book that would make it very plain

how to attain this blessing, that other souls might not wander long and painfully grope in darkness
as I had done, seeking light in vain.

My Oberlin brother, who loaned me the helpful books, learning of my purpose, urged me to

show up the theological and philosophical theories that hindered people from seeking
sanctification. It all led to my writing “Holiness and Power for the Church and the Ministry,” for
which I shall praise God forever. When I hear of and meet ministers who have been led into the
experience of sanctification by it, my soul is filled with gratitude and joy unutterable. President
Hughes, Of Asbury College, submitted the book to the critical examination of an editor of a
holiness paper and he pronounced the book “a classic on the subject.” It has been adopted as a
textbook in this college.

Then, at dear Brother Knapp’s request. I wrote “Pentecostal Light,” which God is so

graciously using to the praise of His name and the spread of His truth.

These books have increased my influence immeasurably, and are living in the lives and

hearts and preaching of others. They led to my being invited to speak last May at the
Commencement of Asbury College, and then to my being called to the professorship of Theology in
this Holiness School. And here I am, teaching some of the most blessed young men and women I
ever met how to preach a full salvation to needy, hungering churches and a dying world.

At this writing I am filled with the sweet peace of full salvation and graciously kept by the

sanctifying Spirit of God.

WILMORE, KY., November 6, 1898.

AN IMPERATIVE OBLIGATION

If there is one obligation resting upon Spirit-baptized souls more imperative than others, it

is to spread Holiness and thus to glorify God. All, or nearly all, would like to be great orators or
brilliant writers. There is a fascination about a line of work that “fills the public eye ” and brings
upon one the attention of the multitude. But God has called comparatively few to walk these dizzy
heights. Most servants of God are called to serve in a more secluded way. But that is not saying
that this kind of service need be any less effective.

I am more and more impressed with the fact that our beloved Holiness people do not

appreciate the value and importance of circulating Holiness literature. This is a work within reach
of the most diffident and retiring people, to whom more public efforts would be positively painful.
It requires no genius or high degree of culture, no special gifts of any kind. Nothing is needed but a
prayerful, sanctified spirit, whose efforts God will delight to honor and use. First read the

 

literature you sell or loan to other, then follow it up with conversation and prayer, answering any
questions that may be asked and explaining whatever needs to be explained, and urging those you
are dealing with to follow faithfully any light received. The influence of such efforts, prayerfully
and persistently exerted, may be as lasting, as time and glorious beyond our possible conception or
present knowledge.

It seemed to be a matter of little importance that an humble woman, whose name has been

forgotten (we may be sure it has not been forgotten in heaven), put a booklet in the hands of a
wicked young man by the name of Richard Baxter, and it was the means of his salvation. He
became a great minister and wrote many books. One of them “The Call to the Unconverted,” was
the means of bringing a multitude to God; among others, Philip Doddridge. Philip Doddridge
became a great minister and author, and wrote, besides other books, ” The Rise and Progress of
Religion,” which has brought thousands and tens of thousands into the kingdom of God; among
others, the great Wilberforce. Wilberforce wrote a book called, “A Practical View of
Christianity,” which was the means of bringing many to Christ; among others, Leigh Richmond. He
became a faithful minister and wrote the story of the religious life of an humble Christian girl in his
English parish, who died in 1801. The story was called ” The Dairyman’s Daughter.” Within
twenty-eight years that little story had been translated in nineteen different languages and four
million copies have been sold; and it is printed and circulated yet, and has led multitudes to Jesus.
This mighty river of influence flowed from that holy fountain in an humble woman’s heart, who put
a bit of Christian literature in Richard Baxter’s way, and the mighty tide will roll on, and on, and
on forever.

A modest, humble farmer living near Oberlin, Ohio, has stood for Holiness for twenty-five

years. He reads all Holiness books and papers, and then loans them right and left to all whom he
can induce to read. By so doing, he has led many to Christ and into the experience of sanctification.
Three years and a half ago he loaned to the writer some standard books on Holiness. They led him
into the blessed experience of sanctification, and since then, besides seeing, several thousand
converted and sanctified under his preaching, he has written “Holiness and Power,” and
”Pentecostal Light,” and other books, which have led to the sanctification of a goodly number,
among them several ministers. A young lady loaned “Holiness and Power ” to a young minister
over night, and in that short time it led him to seek and obtain the baptism with the Holy Ghost. The
writer’s books have already crossed the bounds of the nation, and are doing their work far and
wide. And this influence has but just begun, and it started with the loan of some books.

One of the most beautiful stories of this kind came to the writer one week ago today from

the lips of Rev. Edward Allen, Irvine, Ky., whose parish is among the foothills of the mountains of
Eastern Kentucky. I had helped him over Sunday in a gracious revival now in progress. His story
was as follows:

“One Mrs. Curry, of Lebanon, Ohio, a widow of two M. E. ministers, for years held every

Sunday afternoon in her own house a Holiness prayer-meeting. There is a normal school in the
town which I attended. She would invite the students to attend her meeting. She called us her boys
and girls, and would tell us she had but one request, which was that we come the next Sunday and
bring someone with us. In one year while I attended her meetings, one hundred and three were
converted or sanctified, and at least twenty-five of us are now either preachers or missionaries.

 

This went on for years, and I think it is safe estimate that there are now in the field five hundred
teachers, or ministers, or missionaries who were converted or sanctified in her meetings. She
insisted on our reading and buying if we could, her holiness literature, and she kept us circulating
it. I feel myself among the least of those sanctified young men, and yet, during the last fourteen
months, I myself have seen one hundred and fifty converted or sanctified right here in my ministry,
and the whole community is now under conviction by the Holy Spirit.”

What a revelation eternity will make of the influence of that widow, who sat in her chair

and taught the young men and young women Holiness, and circulated Holiness literature. O
Holiness people, bestir yourselves and do likewise! NOVEMBER 28, 1898.

Source: “Pentecostal Messengers” by M. W. Knapp

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