The Story of My Life

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' A L L stand the smoke begri med chi mneys of ol d
Sheffield. The great steel metropol i s of the wor l d
is si tuated i n the Mi dl ands of Engl and, a busy wi de-
awake ci ty set i n a scene of entranci ng beauty. L i ttl e
Smi thy "Wood was i n the suburbs. By the side of the
l azy ol d mi l l pond stood the forge, wi th its anvi l s and
furnaces, and back of i t was the home where dwel t
the fami l y of Pri ce. I t was there that my father was
born. I t was there he spent his boyhood days.
Grandfather was a very large and muscul ar man,
whose bi g arms were knotted because of his dai l y task
oi Npoundi ng the i r on i nto shape whi l e the sparks flew
fr om the anvi l . The fami l y was poor, but contented
and happy. F our boys were born i n that home, al l of
whom went i nto the steel business except one. That
boy was the youngest, Charl es. I n later years he be-
came my father. I am pr oud to have come fr om such
a stock. M y uncl e Ben, the oldest of the boys, earned
his dai l y bread by the sweat of his brow i n one of the
great steel mi l l s not far fr om the place where he was
bor n; but he was known throughout the l ength and
breadth of the country-si de as a great preacher, l oved
and honored and respected by al l who knew hi m.
There was hardl y a Sunday but what he coul d be
found occupyi ng some pul pi t. I was a smal l boy when
the L or d took hi m home to gl ory, but never shall I
forget his deep resonant "Hal l el uj ah" that sounded
through the chur ch whenever he occupi ed the pul pi t.
The second boy, J oe, l i ke his brother, worked i n the
cutl ery mi l l s, and was also known throughout the
country-si de as a man very acti ve i n chur ch work,
and whose ki nd and l ovi ng disposition made hi m very
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much i n demand among people who needed counsel
and hel p.
Then came my Uncl e Wi l l . H e hel d a very uni que
record. Over hal f a century ago as a young boy he
went to appl y for a posi ti on i n one of the great E ng-
l i sh steel firms. H e got the job and started to wor k
at a certai n bench. F i f t y years went by and sti l l he
was wor ki ng not onl y for the same firm, but at the
same bench. When he vi si ted this country i n com-
pany wi t h my father a few years ago he tol d me that
every man empl oyed by the steel firm when he first
went i nto i t was dead. E ver y one of the bosses was
dead, but he was sti l l wor ki ng over the fires i n the
forge at the same place he started fifty years before.
H e was very close to me. As a boy I always l oved
hi m dearl y. What a j oy i t was to my heart that he
was pri vi l eged to come to Amer i ca wi t h my father
and see mel abor i ng for the L or d J esus on a conti nent
so far away fr om the place I had cal l ed my home. H e
has gone home to gl ory now, l eavi ng a spl endi d f am-
i l y who, l i ke thei r father, are al l servants of the L or d
J esus Chr i st. As a matter of fact, I do not know of a
rel ati ve on either side of the fami l y who has not been
saved through the bl ood of J esus.
M y Father, Charl es, was the youngest son. T o
see hi m today—to hear hi m speak—to l ook at the
beauti ful home i n whi ch he l i ves—you never woul d
dream that his earl y years were ones of struggl e and
pr i vati on. H e di d not have at the begi nni ng very
many educati onal advantages. H e l eft school when
he was eleven, and went to wor k for the sum of fifty
cents a week. H e delivered groceries for a provi si on
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establishment, maki ng his deliveries by pushi ng a l i ttl e
i ron wheel tr uck noi si l y over cobble stone streets. H e
was genui nel y saved when he was eleven years of age.
H e soon won the confidence of the master i n the store
and was promoted fr om an outside to an inside posi -
ti on. So convi nced they were regardi ng his si nceri ty
and honesty that at the early age of seventeen he was
made the manager of a l ocal branch. Then he fel l i n
love wi t h the gi r l who was to become my mother.
She came fr om excel l ent stock. H er father was a
bui l di ng contractor i n one of the suburban di stri cts
of the great steel ci ty. They met at church and thei r
interests were mutual . I t was not l ong before they
were^ marri ed and started down life's pi l gr i m way to-
gether. L i ttl e di d they dream of the sorrow that was
to come i n just a few short years.
M y ambi ti ous young father decided to enter busi -
ness for hi msel f. H e had very l i ttl e capi tal —pr ac-
ti cal l y nothi ng but a good name; whi ch, after al l ,
was of more val ue than money. A ti ny l i ttl e shop,
not very much bi gger than a good-sized l i vi ng room,
was rented and on an eventful Saturday the place was
opened for business. When my father asked the r ep-
resentative of the wholesale house to what extent he
coul d get credi t the repl y came wi thout hesi tati on,
"Y our credi t, Mr . Pri ce, is unl i mi ted. Y ou can have
al l that you want and when you want i t . " Of such
great val ue is a good name. I t was on that openi ng
Saturday that my Uncl e Wi l l , my father's older
brother, marched i nto the grocery store and deposited
a l i ttl e bag upon the counter. I n that bag were the
savings cfi his l i feti me. L ooki ng my father i n the eye,
he sai d, "Charl es, I brought this for you because I
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thought you mi ght need i t . " Then he was gone. I n
those ol den days fami l y ties were strong and home l i fe
was somethi ng transcendentl y beauti ful and sweet.
I was born on a quai nt l i ttl e Engl i sh street i n a
l i ttl e br i ck house that jostl ed ri ght up to the sidewalk.
There was no l awn i n fr ont and no gardens i n the
back. We di d, however, have a back yar d, whi ch
we had to share wi t h our neighbors. Wi t h my bi r th,
my har d-wor ki ng father and l ovi ng mother both re-
sol ved that i f God spared my l i fe I shoul d be gi ven
an opportuni ty that my father, at any rate, had never
enjoyed. I t was the oppor tuni ty of school i ng and of
educati on. I t was not unt i l l ater years that I di scov-
ered that my dear father worked for ten sol i d years
wi thout ever taki ng a hol i day. A t eight o'cl ock i n
the mor ni ng he woul d be behi nd the counter i n the
l i ttl e shop and i t woul d be ei ght o'cl ock at ni ght be-
fore the shutters were closed and he woul d trudge
weari l y homeward. H e woul d wal k i n order to save
the money he woul d have to spend for the street cars.
E ver y penny woul d count; for he had certai n plans
i n store for me. On Saturday ni ght i t was eleven
o'cl ock before the shop woul d close and then he woul d
wend his way home to get a few hours' sleep; for un-
der no consi derati on coul d he miss Sunday school or
chur ch service i n the mor ni ng. When I was two years
of age my l i ttl e sister J essie was born. The arri val of
the sweet baby was i n a sense cl ouded wi t h deep sor-
row, for the bi r t h of the chi l d meant the death of
my mother. I do not remember my mother; al though
there have been ti mes, especially i n l ater years, when
she has seemed to be very, very near to me. E ver y-
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one who has ever spoken of her to me has commented
on her beauty; but most of al l upon the exquisite
loveliness of her character. I have been tol d that be-
fore she went away to gl ory she took me i n her arms
and dedicated me to the service of the L or d. Some-
times we wai t l ong before prayers are answered; but
God di d answer that prayer, many years later i n a
far di stant ci ty, si x thousand miles away. One of
these days, i n the not too far distant future, I am go-
i ng to have a real happy vi si t wi t h the mother that I
never knew.
There were days of hard struggle for my father
after my mother di ed, but he toi l ed on and worked
"unceasi ngl y wi th two chi l dren now to provi de and
pl an for as they faced the future. M y earliest mem-
ories are those of goi ng to the home of my maternal
grandmother. I can see her now as she was si tti ng
i n the l i ttl e house on the hi l l y road that stands out
vaguel y through the mi st of memory. I can also r e-
member spendi ng some of my ti me at the home of
my grandmother on my father's side. I can see an
open fi repl ace, a smal l smoke-begri med oven, an ol d,
ol d r ocki ng chai r and an ol d lady si tti ng i n i t wi th a
quai nt Engl i sh cap of lace. I am reachi ng as far back
as memory wi l l take me i nto the distant past to br i ng
up these pi ctures of l ong ago. The passing years
frame memory's pi ctures wi t h a sweetness that l i ng-
ers i n the heart.
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F E W years l ater another great event occurred i n
our l i ttl e fami l y. M y father marri ed again. I t
is my bel i ef that he coul d have searched the wor l d
around and not found a sweeter or a nobl er woman
than the one I l earned to cal l my mother. M y first
remembrance of her is when she knel t i n prayer wi t h
my l i ttl e sister J essie and mysel f by her side. F r om
the very begi nni ng our home was a house of prayer.
I t began wi t h prayer i n the mor ni ng and when the
sun set over the sleepy hi l l s i t was wi t h prayer that
my father closed the day. Never woul d we sit down
to a meal but what the blessing of the L or d was asked
upon the food and thanks were returned when the
meal was over. Sunday was a day set apart especially
for God and the chur ch, and never a toy was al l owed
out i n our home. Readi ng was permi tted, but Sunday
School must be attended twi ce every Sunday as wel l
as the mor ni ng and eveni ng worshi p i n the church.
I t was i n this ki nd of atmosphere that I grew up.
M y new mother was kindness, l ove and consi derati on
i tsel f. I became so attached to her that when one
day a boy on the school grounds called her "step-
mother " I i ndul ged i n my first fist fight, whi ch I wel l
remember, and came out vi ctor , al though a l i ttl e the
worse for wear.
M y dear mother was very insistent that plans and
preparati on be made to gi ve me the best school i ng
they coul d possibly afford. I first attended the
Sharrow L ane Board School . I was al l boy, very mi s-
chievous, rather i ncl i ned to be disobedient to my
parents and, for some unaccountabl e reason, a born
fighter; but I studi ed hard and appl i ed mysel f to the
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task that was before me. The result was that I got
ahead of my class and was promoted two grades at
a ti me unt i l I was enabled to enter hi gh school at the
age of twel ve. Some studies were very hard for me,
especially mathemati cs and science, but the dear L or d
had blessed me wi t h a remarkable memory. The pr i n-
ci pal of the school said that I coul d memori ze verses
faster and more accuratel y than anyone he had ever
known. The thi ngs I memori zed then, I can r emem--
ber today. H ow I praise the L or d for this abi l i ty to
retai n thi ngs. What a help i t has been to me i n my
mi ni stry i n these l ater years.
J ust before I l eft grammar school an i nci dent
occurred that nearl y robbed me of my chance to
tween our school and another on a nei ghbori ng
street. I organi zed the boys of our class. We put
chunks of wood i n our caps and then tyi ng ropes
around them I led for th my brave band of school boy
warri ors to battl e, and to face the enemy. I t was a
battl e al l ri ght. The next day we were si tti ng i n the
classroom l ooki ng rather the worse for the confl i ct,
but j ubi l ant because we had won the flight. The door
opened and the pr i nci pal stuck his head i n the room.
M y heart commenced to pound. Then, as the smi l i ng
face of the pri nci pal beamed upon us, my heart took
wi ngs agai n. "Boys," he said, "we al l love our grand
ol d school. I understand there was a battl e yesterday
i n the defense of the name of good ol d Sharrow L ane.
Who was the brave Horati us, that l ed our boys to
vi ctor y?" M y face flushed. I di d not know who
Horati us was, but I figured he must be someone great
and grand. The boy behi nd me tapped me wi t h a
Considerable r i val r y existed be-
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rul er so I stood on my feet. "I f you please, si r ," I
sai d, "I am the boy." The pri nci pal l ooked at me
through his spectacles and said, "I thought as much,
but I was not sur e"; then I was carri ed to the office.
What happened there need not be put i n this record.
Suffice i t to say that my boast when I came out was
that he coul d not make me cr y. I t was onl y after a
good deal of pl eadi ng that my scholastic standi ng was
restored. Af t er that I studi ed harder and fought less.
H i gh school days came and went. One of my es-
says enti tl ed " A Contr ast" was sent to L ondon. I t
attracted so much attenti on that i t was transl ated
i nto F r ench and sent to the Paris Exposi ti on. I be-
came the edi tor of the school paper and on the advi ce
of some of my tutors started to prepare mysel f for a
career i n l aw.
I n spite of my disobedience and waywardness,
I real l y l oved my father and mother. Never shal l
I forget the ni ght my father and I wal ked down
one of the tree-l i ned avenues near our home and
he poured out to me, fr om the fulness of his heart,
the news that he was goi ng to send me to college. I t
was not fr om his l i ps that I heard the complete story
of the sacrifice he had made i n order for me to go
there. I got that l ater fr om my Uncl e Wi l l . The con-
versati on I had wi t h my father that ni ght has l i ved
wi t h me through the years, and l eft an impression on
me that has kept me more than once i n times of storm.
N a few weeks l ater I wal ked up the stately
' stairs of Wesl ey Col l ege, I shal l never forget my
feelings as I uttered a prayer for God to make me
wor thy of my father's trust and confidence. They
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were hard but happy years that I spent i n the uni ver -
si ty. I passed the Oxfor d Uni ver si ty entrance tests
and later mastered my prel i mi nary l aw exami nati on.
T wo years after that came the very hard i ntermedi ate
l aw exami nati on whi ch I managed to get through and
then came the end of college days. I t was dur i ng
these years that I first commenced to dr i ft. Whi l e I
l oved my parents deeply, I fool i shl y began to believe
that their outl ook on l i fe was ol d-fashi oned and r ath-
er narrow. I had been caught i n a social whi r l and
had become the fri end of the sons of men, some of
them ti tl ed, who l i ved i n a very different sphere fr om
my simple and beauti ful home surroundi ngs. Down
again went my father i nto his pocket. I was arti cl ed
to a celebrated Sheffield l aw firm. A t first I was fas-
ci nated by the atmosphere of the court rooms and
the pl eadi ng of the barristers i n cri mi nal cases and I
enjoyed prepari ng briefs. I came i n contact wi t h such
a movi ng, restless tide of humani ty. H ow wel l do I
remember the endless grist of broken lives that went
through the mi l l s of Bri ti sh j udi ci al procedure. Some-
times they haunted me. Af t er awhi l e I became more
and more restless. Strange are the ci rcumstances of
l i fe that sometimes pi ck you up l i ke a mi ghtv cycl one,
and, whi r l i ng you around unti l you hardl v know
where you are, set you down at last i n some far di s-
tant place. Thus i t was I found mysel f i n Canada.
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T H A V E gi ven you a somewhat detailed account of
the background of my l i fe and the early days of
my boyhood because I thi nk these things pl ayed a
very i mportant part i n the thi ngs that were to come
afterwards. H ow mysteri ousl y and wonderful l y God
moves! Was the hand of the L or d i n i t all? Di d H e
see the end fr om the begi nni ng? Woul d I ever have
come i n contact wi t h the f ul l Gospel had I never l eft
ol d Engl and? These are some questions that can onl y
be answered when the l i ght of eterni ty beams upon
them. I n my heart I know that God has l ed, di rected
and gui ded me even i n the days when I di d not know
H i m.
"Thi s my song through countl ess ages
J esus l ed me al l the way"
I n vai n di d I search for empl oyment i n the l aw
offices of Canada. F r om Quebec to Wi nni peg I vi s-
i ted scores and scores of l awyers, but none of them
seemed to have any openi ng for the green young fel -
l ow just away fr om Engl and. I have not ti me to tel l
you of the struggl e and pri vati ons of those early days.
I was down to my last dol l ar when I shipped out of
Wi nni peg on a cattle tr ai n. I slept i n the same car as
the bel l owi ng herd, and whi l e the trai n rol l ed across
the vast prai ri es of Canada I coul d not help but con-
trast my posi ti on then wi t h my school and home l i fe
back i n the ol d country.
I arri ved ul ti matel y at Medi ci ne Hat . There I was
gi ven a home by some ol d fri ends of my parents,
who had emi grated to Canada some years before. M r .
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Si mpson was a car repairer for the Canadi an Paci fi c
Rai l way. H e had been a boyhood fri end of my father.
Mr s. Si mpson had helped my mother make her wed-
di ng dress, and had hel d me on her l ap when I was
just a few hours ol d. She had not seen me for eighteen
or nineteen years, and I shall never forget her expres-
sion of amazement when I tol d her who I was, as I
stood outside her door. They gave me shelter, and
I made my home wi th them for several months.
Thr ough M r . Simpson's influence, I l anded my
first job i n Canada. I worked on the car repai ri ng
tracks, cal l ed i n the vocabul ary of the rai l road the
"Ri p T r ack. " M y foreman was a genial I ri shman
who took great del i ght i n havi ng al l the f un he coul d
at my expense and much to the amazement of the
rest of the gang. M y pay was twenty-one and a hal f
cents an hour and I worked for ten hours every day.
Dur i ng that wi nter i t got bi tterl y col d. There were
ni ghts when the thermometer went to thi r ty degrees
below zero.
Ni ght after ni ght the cal l boy woul d rouse me
fr om my bed and I woul d have to go down to the
rai l road yards to wai t for the trains that had been
delayed by the storms. We woul d huddl e around
a natural gas fire i n a l i ttl e shack, wai ti ng for the
screami ng of the l ocomoti ve whi stl e. I can see those
great engines now as they came i n covered wi t h snow
and ice. M y task was to cl i mb on top of the coaches
and, draggi ng a heavy hose wi t h me, pound the ice
fr om certai n openings so that I coul d fill the tanks
wi t h water. Mor e than once the hose woul d freeze
solid whi l e I was goi ng fr om one car to another. More
than once I sl i pped and fel l whi l e maki ng the j ump
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fr om coach to coach. L i fe was a hard struggl e, but i t
was good for me.
Then came the days when I had to leave Medi ci ne
Hat . Sickness i n the home made i t impossible for
them to care for me any more. They insisted on
my stayi ng, and i f I had remai ned i n the town I knew
I coul d not stay at any other pl ace, for i t woul d have
wounded the feelings of my dear friends. But I knew
that the dear ol d motherl y soul coul d not stand the
wor k my presence made necessary.
One ni ght I was si tti ng wi t h an open map before
me. A strange feel i ng came upon me. I fel t impressed
to go to Spokane. I di d not want to go to the Uni ted
States. I preferred to stay i n the l and of the mapl e
leaf. I coul d not get r i d of the feel i ng, however, that
I shoul d go to Spokane.
Whose was the voi ce that spoke to me? What
power was i t that was dr awi ng me over the line?
Packi ng my gri p I l eft Medi ci ne Hat , bound for
Vancouver. I stopped off at Nel son, Bri ti sh Col umbi a,
and was so fasci nated by the beauty of K ootenay
L ake that I decided to stay awhi l e and thought per-
haps I woul d make that place my future home. I t
was whi l e there that I was awakened i n the ni ght,
and once agai n fel t that strange and now almost
irresistible urge to go to Spokane. I n my heart I
argued against i t, and i n my mi nd I reasoned against
i t. We shal l see why just a l i ttl e l ater.
I t was qui te by acci dent that I met M r . Wi nl aw
who was the owner of a great l oggi ng camp, si tuated
fifty miles away fr om Nel son, way up i n the moun-
tains. H e offered me a j ob and I took i t. Never shal l
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I forget the l i fe I l i ved i n those glorious mountai ns
of Br i ti sh Col umbi a! I washed dishes—I peeled po-
tatoes—I went out wi t h the swampi ng crew and
made roads—I handl ed the chains for the donkey
engine crew and learned how to mani pul ate a cant
hook by the side of the narrow gauge rai l road. I
worked on the l og booms down at the place where
the huge pieces of ti mber rol l ed i nto the waters of
the l ake. I t was hard but i t was fasci nati ng work.
The cl ean smel l of the pi ne needle forest was wonder-
ful to me. I n my spare ti me I woul d wander through
the vi r gi n woods, gl i mpsi ng the wi l d l i fe wi t h whi ch
the countrysi de abounded. I borrowed a rifle and
started to hunt, and more than once brought i n game
to be used as food for the camp.
But i n my heart I was l onel y. I wondered about
my father's new home on the sl opi ng hi l l si de above
Hope val l ey i n Derbyshi re. I t was a beauti ful place.
F r om a barefoot boy by the side of his father's forge,
my father had made his way unti l he was now l i vi ng
the l i fe of a reti red gentl eman i n a l ovel y country
home. Si tti ng there among the trees i n Bri ti sh
Col umbi a, I woul d thi nk of the garden my father's
labor had made. I woul d dream of the r ol l i ng ri ver,
ol d Der went "Water, that ri ppl ed past the steppi ng
stones—and wonder what they were doi ng i n the ol d
home whi l e I was far away.
One ni ght I was si tti ng by the dyi ng embers of
a camp fire. I n one of the near-by shacks a group of
loggers were maki ng crude harmony. As they were
si ngi ng together and pl ayi ng stri nged i nstruments
(whatever started them doi ng i t I do not know) sud-
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denl y the strains of "Beul ah L and" came fl oati ng i nto
my ear. I t was one of my father's favori te songs. As
I gazed i nto the fire—transfixed—the tears suddenly
burst fr om my eyes. I coul d hear hi m sing just as i f
he were close by my side:
"O Beul ah Land,\ sweet Beul ah Land,
As on the hi ghest mount I stand,
I l ook away across the sea,
Where mansi ons are prepared for me,
And vi ew the shi ni ng gl ory shore;
My heaven, my home for evermore!"
I struggl ed for a few moments wi t h my emotions
and then sl owl y and tearful l y wal ked to my shack
and bunk. J ust as I was droppi ng off to sleep again
that mysteri ous voice spoke to me, "Spokane! Spo-
kane!" F or an hour or two I tossed restlessly and then
made a resol uti on. Suddenl y a peace came over me
and I fel l asleep. The fol l owi ng day I l eft for Spo-
M Y F A T H E R A N D I , A T T H E A G E OF T H R E E
F E W months passed by. One ni ght, i n the early
autumn, I was standi ng wi th my back against a
l amp post l i steni ng to the si ngi ng of a l i ttl e band of
mission workers. They gave testi mony after testi -
mony and then i nvi ted the hearers to go i nto the mi s-
sion hal l , where an eveni ng service was to be hel d.
They poi nted across the street to where the words
"L i fe L i ne Mi ssi on" stood out bri l l i antl y upon the
pai nted wi ndow. A ti ny, whi te-hai red ol d l ady had
been pl ayi ng the l i ttl e, portable organ. Every ti me I
glanced her way, I found her gazi ng i ntentl y at me. I
wondered who she was and why she seemed to be so
interested i n me. L ooki ng cauti ousl y her way once
again our eyes met. She smiled at me and I raised my
hat and smi l ed back.
When the street meeti ng was over I started to
wal k away, but the dear ol d soul detained me. L ooki ng
i nto my eyes she said, "Do you believe i n the L or d?"
"Oh yes," I said, " Of course I do. I come from a
real Chr i sti an home." She l ooked at me very ki ndl y
and sai d, "I thought you di d. As a matter of fact,
I knew you di d. Do you know that God wants you?"
I l ooked at her i n amazement. "God wants me," I said,
"for what purpose and how do you know that?"
"Whi l e I was pl ayi ng the organ toni ght," she re-
pl i ed, "the L or d spoke to my heart by Hi s Spi ri t and
tol d me that He wanted you. Y ou must come to the
mission. Y ou must attend the service toni ght. I t
seems as i f I cannot let you go." Suddenl y I fel t un-
comfortabl e. I am afrai d I was rather rude i n the
way I excused mysel f and hurri ed away. I wal ked as
fast as I coul d out to the Monroe Street bridge, but
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hal f way across the bri dge, I stopped. A pecul i ar
feel i ng came over me, and a voice that was not a
voi ce seemed to be tal ki ng to me. I began to feel as
i f God mi ght have spoken to the ol d l ady, and a feel -
i ng aki n to dread and awe came upon me. Sl owl y I
retraced my steps and arri ved eventual l y at the mi s-
sion. I sat i n the very back and listened to the preach-
i ng of the Superi ntendent, Rev. E . H . Stayt.
A bi g Nor wegi an was si tti ng next to me, dressed
i n the clothes of a l umber j ack. I pul l ed his sleeve and
said, "Who is that l i ttl e ol d l ady that is l ooki ng this
way? Do you know her?" "Y es," he repl i ed, "that is
Mother Wal ker ." "She looks l i ke a ki nd l i ttl e ol d
woman," I said. The Nor wegi an l ooked down at me
and said, "She i sn't no ol d woman, she is the nearest
thi ng to an angel I have ever seen." L i ttl e di d I know
that i n days to come I was to preach and wor k wi t h
her i n jails and i n hospitals, on the street corner, and
i n the mi ssi on as the L or d Hi msel f woul d open the
door. Dear ol d Mother Wal ker , dear saint of God, has
l ong since gone to the reward of them that love the
L or d.
What a battl e went on i n my heart that ni ght!
The road I was goi ng led down. I knew i t. Bitterness
had crept i nto my heart. I was getti ng to the place
where I di d not care what happened, and whi l e I was
not i n the gutter, yet I was sl i ppi ng down, down,
down, and I knew i t was disaster and sorrow i n the
end. When M r . Stayt gave his al tar cal l , I sprang to
my feet, squared my shoulders and marched down to
the fr ont. I n a moment I fel t a hand on my shoulder.
I t was very l i ght and gentle. I turned around and
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there l ooki ng at me was the smi l i ng face of Mother
Wal ker . "I knew you woul d come back," she whi s-
pered. "I wasn't a bi t afrai d. The L or d tol d you
to come, di dn't H e?" I had to admi t that H e di d.
That ni ght I gave myself to God. I was desperately
i n earnest. I was absolutely sincere. I di d not have,
however, the great emoti onal experience that came to
me i n an event that I shall describe later. I t was a
qui et, methodi cal , almost business-like proposi ti on
I made to the L or d; yet I meant i t. I was sincere.
M r . Stayt gave me his hand, when I stepped to my
feet and said, "Woul d you not l i ke to testi fy?" So I
di d. There were no tears, no surgi ng of emoti on, but
just a pl ai n matter-of-fact statement that I had
gi ven mysel f to God and fr om that ti me on woul d
l i ve a Chri sti an l i fe. Wi t h al l my heart I meant i t.
The next ni ght I was on the street and gave my
testi mony. Dur i ng the openi ng of the service, I f ol -
l owed the l i ttl e band i nto the hal l and gave my testi -
mony once agai n. F r om that ti me on, I was a regul ar
attendant and never missed a ni ght's service i n the ol d
mi ssi on. Wi nter came and wi t h i t the col d snowy
ni ghts. One dark and very stormy ni ght, I made my
way through the gale to the ol d "L i f e L i ne Mi ssi on."
Ver y few were there and we decided i t woul d be
impossible to hol d a street meeti ng, for i t was snowi ng
and was bi tterl y col d.
We bui l t a huge fire and soon had the bui l di ng
cozy and war m. One by one people commenced to
come i n. Most of them were men who were anxious
to find shelter fr om the bi tter, bi ti ng blast of the
wi nter's ni ght. The hour for service had come and
M r . Stayt had not arri ved. A few of the mission
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workers were i nsi stent that I take charge of the
service. I hesitated and then said that I woul d tr y.
I t was not so bad l eadi ng the song service, but when
i t came ti me to preach my knees knocked together.
J ust as I was gi vi ng out my text, "I f a man have
an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray,
doth he not leave the ni nety and ni ne, and go i nto
the mountai ns, and seek that whi ch is gone astray?"
the door opened and a gentl eman came i n who seemed
to stand out fr om the rest of the cr owd. H e kept
noddi ng encouragement to me. The end of the mes-
sage came and I gave an al tar cal l . T wo men knel t
and found thei r Savi our that ni ght.
" G O D WA N T S Y O U "
Af t er the benedi cti on was pronounced, the wel l -
dressed gentl eman came fr om the back of the bui l d-
i ng and grasped my hand. "What is the name?" he
enqui red. I tol d hi m. "H ow l ong have you been
preachi ng here?" he said. I tol d hi m that that was the
first ti me I had ever preached a sermon i n al l my l i fe.
H e asked about my school i ng, my fami l y, my wor k.
Then he put his arm around me and said, " M y boy,
God -wants you. I believe H e led me i nto this mission
toni ght to speak to you. M y name is Henr y I . Rasmus.
I am pastor of the F i rst Methodi st Chur ch here i n
Spokane. Y ou are goi ng to become a Methodi st
preacher. I want to meet you tomorrow mor ni ng at
ten o'cl ock i n my study. Do not forget what I have
tol d you. I believe wi t h al l my heart that God wants
That ni ght I di d not sleep. The fol l owi ng mor ni ng
I knel t i n the study of Dr . Henr y I . Rasmus, who
putti ng his hand on my head, asked God to take
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charge of my l i fe. The L i fe L i ne Mi ssi on was a Free
Methodi st Mi ssi on and taught and practi ced the ol d-
fashioned Wesl eyan doctri ne of scri ptural holiness.
They were wonderful people and they l i ved very,
very close to God. Ver y soon after my decision to
enter the mi ni stry had been reached I became a
pai d worker i n this mission and for a whi l e assumed
the superi ntendency.
I went out as a representative of the mi ssi on wor k
to many of the nearby cities. M y meetings were
generally^ hel d i n Methodi st churches that opened thei r
doors to me l argel y through the influence of Dr .
Rasmjjs, and I was i ntroduced to the Superi ntendent
6r~the Methodi st Chur ch, cal l ed i n those days, Pr e-
si di ng El der. H e promi sed me a l ocal pastorate after
he had brought the matter before the annual confer-
J ust about this ti me I was marri ed and, havi ng
received a l etter fr om a fri end i n Seattle, I moved
wi t h my young bri de to that ci ty on Puget Sound.
Havi ng worked i n a Free Methodi st Mi ssi on, I soon
became acquai nted wi th the Free Methodi st people
i n the Ci t y of Seattle. The Di str i ct Superi ntendent
promi sed me a suppl y pul pi t wi thi n the next few
months i f I coul d onl y wai t.
A t that parti cul ar ti me, wor k was very scarce and
I had responsibilities of marri ed l i fe now, so I fel t I
must needs take the first thi ng that came to hand. I
saw an advertisement i n the paper, stati ng that one
of the largest grocery firms i n Seattle, and certai nl y
the most excl usi ve, needed a candy maker. I had
never made a piece of candy i n my l i fe, but believe
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i t or not, I l anded the job. I was frank wi t h my new
empl oyers, kept my eyes and ears open, and before
very l ong was maki ng huge cal drons of caramels of
every ki nd and shape. I became qui te an expert i n the
manufacture of creams for chocolate centers. Then
my presi di ng elder came to see me and tol d me the
openi ng was ready.
M y first church was at Sedro-Wool ey, Wash-
i ngton. I do not thi nk i t woul d hol d more than fifty
people. I l i ved i n a ti ny house a few bl ocks away
fr om the chur ch, but fel t qui te i mportant i n my
new duties as pastor. M y sal ary was twenty-fi ve to
thi r ty dollars a month, some of whi ch was pai d i n l et-
tuce, cabbage and cel ery; whi l e every ori ce-i n-awhi l e
;omeone woul d br i ng i n a piece of meat. F r om there
ve went to Anacortes, where I was pastor of the Free
vlethodist chur ch. There I spent two very happy
Dur i ng my stay i n Anacortes, I hel d some fai r l y
i rge meeti ngs, renti ng the Moose H al l and attracti ng
D much attenti on wi th the "cl ean-up crusade" that
ven the Seattle papers took noti ce of the campai gn,
^series of ci rcumstances took me back to the I nl and
mpi re, arid I found mysel f once again i n Spokane.
»r. Rasmus wel comed me home and i mmedi atel y got
te i n touch wi t h the presi di ng elder, M r . L uce, who
nt me to At hol , I daho, as a suppl y pastor.
Events moved swi ftl y now. I was admi tted to the
nference and ordai ned by Bi shop Smi th. Sl owl y
it surely I commenced to get bi gger and bi gger ap-
i ntments fr om my Bi shop. I bui l t two parsonages,
sed al l my benevolences, and pri ded mysel f on the
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result of my church mi ni stry. Then somethi ng hap-
pened. As I l ook back upon those days I can see how
tragi c i t al l was. F or you to understand i t thoroughl y
I shal l have to go back and describe to you an event
that occurred a few years before.
Whi l e I was i n the L i fe L i ne Mi ssi on news came
of the fal l i ng of the power of the H ol y Ghost i n the
Ci t y of Los Angel es. One of our mi ssi on workers,
who was very hungry for God, had gone down to
Los Angel es and received what she cal l ed the "bap-
ti sm of the H ol y Spi r i t ." Before her return, a fiery
evangelist had come up fr om Cal i for ni a and had
rented a large bui l di ng not very far fr om where my
mission was si tuated. H e came to see me. H e poured
out his heart, as he tol d me of the fal l i ng of the ol d-
ti me power. H e tol d of miracles of heal i ng. H e spoke
i n convi nci ng terms of the l atter days and the soon
return of the L or d.
I promi sed hi m that I woul d go home and pray.
I di d, and sl owl y convi cti on came over my soul . Then
to add to i t, two of my mission workers came to see
me and joyousl y procl ai med they were different men
—thei r faces were di fferent—thei r eyes blazed wi t h
the gl ory that was heavenl y and there was power and
convi cti on i n thei r testi mony. I promi sed to meet
them at a certai n ti me and place the fol l owi ng day
so that they mi ght pray for me that I mi ght be filled
wi t h the H ol y Ghost. "When I went home I was
wal ki ng on ai r.
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( f \ N my way to the prayer meeti ng the next day, I
met a certai n mi ni ster. He asked me down to
his home. I tol d hi m I coul d not come for I was on
my way to a prayer meeti ng. He asked me what ki nd
of a prayer meeti ng i t was I was attendi ng at that
hour of the day. I enthusi asti cal l y expl ai ned the
whole si tuati on to hi m. T o my amazement he gri pped
me by the arm and sai d, "Pr i ce, I cannot let you go.
Y ou wi l l wr eck your futur e—your l i fe. Y ou are
young and i nexperi enced. I f you take this step, you
wi l l regret i t as l ong as you l i ve." L i steni ng to his
voice I yi el ded. H e pleaded for the chance to show
me wherei n these people were al l wr ong.
A l l afternoon I sat wi t h hi m i n his study and
when I l ef t he had gi ven me hal f a suitcase ful l of
books that I promi sed to read. I di d not go to the
prayer meeti ng. That was the tur ni ng poi nt i n my
l i fe. Wi t h al l my heart I believe that God had led me
to Spokane so. that I mi ght step through the open
door i nto the gl ori ous experience I am enjoyi ng today,
but I l i stened to the voi ce of a moderni st and by my
own act closed the door. T wo roads were opened be-
fore me and I took the wr ong one. I fool i shl y turned
my back on the cross and started al ong the tr ai l that
l ed to the l abyr i nth of moderni sm.
Greater battles have been fought on the battl e
field of the human soul than ever raged at Ther mo-
pol ye, Water l oo or Bul l Run. The confl i ct wi thi n my
own breast was the age-ol d battl e of reason against
fai th. H ow gri eved and sorry I am today to have to
record that reason won.
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I very soon got to di e poi nt where I coul d ex-
pl ai n every rel i gi ous emoti on fr om the standpoi nt of
psychol ogy. I argued that a man's belief woul d affect
his feel i ng even though he was i n error regardi ng the
thi ng he believed. I argued that when reason di d not
rei gn as ki ng then one was rul ed enti rel y by feel i ng
and emoti on, and how unrel i abl e these thi ngs real l y
The result of i t al l was that I dri fted down the
l ong hi ghway that l ed me i nto moderni sm. I never
gave an al tar cal l —never l ed a soul to J esus—never
preached the gl ory of a born-agai n experience—-but
just si mpl y preached for the l ove of preachi ng i n an
endeavor to i nfl uence the lives of my congregati on
toward "the r i ght." I can tr uthful l y say that there
was no hypocri sy i n my mi ni stry. I preached what I
believed and believed what I preached, but just the
same I was spi ri tual l y bl i nd, l eadi ng maV people i nto
the di tch:
The years marched swi ftl y by. Methodi st pastorate
fol l owed pastorate, most of them bei ng i n northern
I daho and the eastern part of Washi ngton. I was a
member of the Col umbi a Rj yer Conference of the /
Methodi st Chur ch. Sl owl y and surely I was cl i mbi ng
the rungs of the ladder to what my mi ni steri al br eth-
ren called success. I began to be i n demand as a
speaker i n churches throughout the country-si de. I
commenced to emphasize the social ethics of J esus.
H ow my heart grieves when L contempl ate those
days that.mi ght have, been filled wi th so much of
good for God and yet,,after al l , they were so empty.
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Af t er a whi l e I reached the place where my godl y,
presi di ng elder had to take me to task for some
of my moderni sti c utterances. I began to feel the
restrai ni ng, bi ndi ng i nfl uence of the Methodi st E pi s-
copal System. I bel i eved that i f onl y I coul d get a
congregati on that woul d not be amenable to any
hi gher authori ty than mysel f, then I coul d i nfl uence
and mol d that congregati on i nto what I thought a
chur ch shoul d be. "Week i n and week out the struggl e
conti nued i n my heart. I spent a whol e afternoon i n
the office of an official of the Congregati onal chur ch,
and when eventual l y I l eft that office, I had made
up my mi nd to sever my connecti on wi t h Methodi sm
and branch out i nto the "broader" field that the Con-
gregati onal chur ch offered me.
Thus i t was I became the pastor of the Cony>rega-
ti onal church at Val dez,. Al aska, and superi ntendent
of the Congregati onal missions i n that part of the
terri tory. Wi t h my f ami l y! moved up to the quai nt
l i ttl e mi ni ng town si tuated on the flats at the foot of
the great Val dez Gl aci er.
The l and of the great whi te silence fascinated me.
I soon acqui red a dog team, one of the very best i n
that part of the countr y, and became expert i n the
dr i vi ng of my dogs. I have slept out on the snows
wi t h my team around me when there was not a house
wi thi n miles and when nothi ng coul d be heard i n
the clear col d of the arcti c ni ght but the pl ai nti ve
howl i ng of the wolves.
I hunted for wi l d game i n the best, wi l d game
fields of the wor l d. I stal ked the K odi ak bear on
K odi ak I sland and hunted sheep i n the mountai ns
that border the Matanuska. I photographed the great
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fur seal herds on the Pr i bi l of I slands i n the heart of
the Beri ng Sea, and mushed my way across Al aska
fr om Cook's I nl et to Bri stol Bay. "What thr i l l i ng days
they were! F ul l of adventure and exci tement.
H ow wel l I can remember my first cl i mb i nto
the mountai ns that overl ook the "val l ey of a thousand
smokes." H ow wel l I can feel the r umbl i ng now of
the ground beneath my feet as I saw ol d K atmai
bel chi ng for th its smoke and its fire! I saw the wal rus
herds pl ayi ng on the ice floes and watched the silver
horde of sal mon r unni ng up the rivers that empty
i nto the Ber i ng Sea—a great si l very horde of fish
that shone i n the sunl i ght l i ke a mi l l i on diamonds on
the surface of the water. I hunted whales fr om a
whal i ng vessel and i n the wi nter wal ked wi t h my
snow-shoes over snow that i n some places was si xty
feet deep. I l oved Al aska—the thr i l l of i t—the chal -
lenge of i t—the exci tement of i t !
I t was whi l e I was there that I was made a mem-
ber of the Uni ted-States Al askan F l oati ng Csur t . The
reason for the court was that the distances i n Al aska
are so vast and the means of transportati on so l i mi ted
that i t was impossible for the prisoners to be brought
to the court town of Val dez for tri al , so the court
went annual l y to them. I was made the chapl ai n also
of the most northerl y lodge of the Order of the East-
ern Star i n the wor l d. I was qui te promi nent i n Ma-
sonic wor k. I joi ned the Ar ct i c Brotherhood and the
Sourdough Associ ati on. I llness i n my fami l v, how-
ever, compel l ed me to leave the nor th; and I shall
never forget the unhappy day when I had to sell my
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fai thful dogs and board the steamer that brought
me back to the Uni ted States.
I l anded i n San Franci sco and i mmedi atel y set to
wor k arrangi ng the pi ctures, thousands of them, that
I had taken of the wi l d and nati ve l i fe of Al aska. I
soon accepted a cal l to the Fi rst Congregati onal
Chur ch of Santa Rosa and whi l e there"! became very
wel l acquai nted wi th L uther Burbank, the wi zar d of
the botani cal wor l d.
Dur i ng my pastorate there I decided to organi ze
what was cal l ed i n rel i gi ous ci rcl es, an "I nsti tuti onal
Chur ch. " The mayor of the ci ty assisted i n the dedi -
cati on and when i t was al l over, the doors of the
Sunday School rooms and class-rooms were thr own
open every ni ght of the week to men who wanted to
come i n and pl ay bi l l i ards, pool and many other ki nds
of games. M y idea was to elevate the man on the
street to the l evel of the chur ch. I t di d not wor k.
I knew before i t had been r unni ng six months that i t
was a fai l ure, but absol utel y refused to admi t i t.
The members of the chur ch were spl endi d peo-
pl e, l oyal and l i beral , and gave me thei r finest co-
operati on. Then came the cal l fr om the Cal var y
Chur ch of Oakl and, Cal i for ni a. I accepted and moved
down to the ci vi c l i fe i n whi ch I was destined to pl ay
for a whi l e qui te a promi nent part. I woul d give
everythi ng i n the wor l d to have the oppor tuni ty to
l i ve those days over agai n.
I became a popul ar type of preacher. I was ap-
poi nted a "F our -Mi nut e M an " and used to speak
fr om every theater stage i n the ci ty. I t was, of course,
dur i ng the terri bl e days of the "Worl d War . M y wor k
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brought me a l etter fr om Woodr ow Wi l son, then
President of the Uni ted States, and an appoi ntment
as a member of the Uni ted States Commi ttee on P ub-
l i c I nformati on. I joi ned the L i on's Cl ub and also be-
l onged to five fraternal organi zati ons.
When the government organi zed the l ocal L i berty-
L oan Commi ttee, I was made a member of i t. When
the great moti on pi cture stars came to help i n the
war dri ves, I was generally chosen as the pr i nci pal
speaker of the eveni ng, for very few of them made
any attempt to tal k above a few mi nutes. They used
the moti on-pi cture stars to draw the crowds and
used me to sell the bonds. I am sorry to say that I
attai ned such popul ari ty that at the close of the war
many of the theaters i n San Franci sco and Oakl and
sol i ci ted my services. Thei r terms were so generous
and my church board offering no objecti on I accepted
thei r offers. F or many months I was on the stage dur -
i ng the week and i n the pul pi t on Sunday. I want
to confess that my heart was heavy; and behi nd al l
of my jokes and wi se-cracki ng before the audiences
i n the theaters, there was a great bi g ache deep down
i n the depths of my bei ng. Oh, i f I had onl y gone to —
that H ol y Ghost prayer meeti ng years before i n the
ci ty of Spokane, how different my l i fe woul d have
Next came a contract fr om the El l i son-Whi te
Chautauqua System. Thei r first contract called for
fifteen consecutive weeks wi th my two i l l ustrated
lectures. "H unt i ng Bi g Game i n Al aska" and "Wi t h
the F l oati ng Cour t to the Pr i bi l of I slands." Thi s was
fol l owed by L yceum wor k. A n assistant pastor was
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empl oyed by my chur ch so that I mi ght have ti me to
get i nto what I cal l ed my broader field of the l ecture
pl atfor m. Then I moved to L odi , a beauti ful town i n
Nor ther n Cal i for ni a and the center of the Tokay
grape i ndustry, where I was pastor of the Fi rst Con-
gregati onal Chur ch. I t was a wonderful church wi t h
wonderful people.
Never shal l I forget as l ong as I l i ve the bi g hearts
and kindnesses of the people of that church. Sickness
came i nto my home and when my own funds were
al l gone i n battl i ng i t the chur ch l oyal l y took up the
burden and gave me more than I needed. I was pr e-
sented wi t h two automobiles whi l e there, and greatl y
enjoyed my pastorate. I gave up a great deal of my
outside wor k, al though I di d keep on wi t h Chau-
tauqua l ectur i ng, and the chur ch was generally pack-
ed to the doors. Qui te often on week ni ghts I woul d
give i l l ustrated lectures of my experiences i n vari ous
parts of the wor l d. Then somethi ng happened. I come
now to the part of the story that I love to tel l the
A L L began when a good brother came r unni ng
across the l awn outside the parsonage to meet me
one certai n summer day. Hi s eyes were fai r l y danc-
i ng and on his face was the j oy of heaven i tsel f. Cl asp-
i ng my hand he said, "Brother P r i ce—Hal l el uj ah!—
Hal l el uj ah!—Prai se the L or d!" I gazed at hi m i n
amazement. Expressions l i ke that were not usual i n
my church. We were l i ke the maj ori ty of churches,
rather col d and formal . Thr owi ng back my head, I
commenced to l augh. "Wher e i n the wor l d have you
been?" I asked. Sti l l cl aspi ng my hand, he sai d, " H a l -
l el uj ah—I have been to San J ose and I have been
saved—saved—through the bl ood. I am so happy
that I coul d just float away."
I t amused me. The more I ri di cul ed hi m, however,
the more vehement he became i n his testi mony. I then
discovered that some more of the members of my
church had contacted that meeti ng and were l oud i n
thei r praises unto God. Sl owl y a bi tter antagoni sm
commenced to creep i nto my heart. They tol d me
of a great campai gn where thousands were bei ng
saved and thousands were bei ng healed. I answered
wi t h my expl anati on of "mob psychol ogy" and "men-
tal and physi cal reacti ons."
Then one day another dear man came al ong. Hi s
was the hand that real l y first opened the door through
whi ch I started i nto the experience God has gi ven me
by Hi s grace and that I enjoy today. Hi s name was
A . B.-Forrester. L i ttl e di d I dream when he tal ked
to me that day, that God was usi ng hi m and his deep
si nceri ty i n speaki ng to my heart; but sti l l I rebelled
—was openl y antagoni sti c. I t was the influence of
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M r . Forrester that got me to change my mi nd. I
agreed that I woul d attend the meetings, after I had
said I never woul d go.
I nserti ng an adverti sement i n the paper that I
woul d preach the fol l owi ng Sunday on "Di vi ne Heal -
i ng Bubbl e Expl odes," I made my way down to San
J ose, armed wi t h pen and paper to take notes. I i n-
tended to r etur n the fol l owi ng Sunday and bl ow the
whol e thi ng to pieces. That was my frame of mi nd.
M y automobi l e rol l ed over the hundred miles that
separated my home town fr om San J ose and as I
neared the ci ty a pecul i ar feel i ng came over my heart.
Across the street was a huge si gn i n startl i ng, flashing
l etters, "Ai mee Semple McPher son; auspices "Wi l l i am
K eeny Towner ."
I coul d hardl y believe my eyes. Dr . Towner had
been pastor of the F i r st Bapti st Chur ch i n Oakl and
dur i ng the ti me that I was pastor at Cal var y Chur ch.
We had been fri ends and more than once I had seen
hi m l aughi ng at me as I was on the theater stage and
on more than one occasion we had gone i nto the thea-
ter together. H e was a spl endi d man, noble and ki nd,
but I knew he was not the type of preacher to back
an ol d-fashi oned H ol y Ghost revi val meeti ng. I
thought that he must be getti ng somethi ng out of i t or
that he had done i t to carry out some pol i cy.
Goi ng to the very edge of town, I found the huge
tent seating approxi matel y six thousand people. T o
my utter amazement i t was packed and a great crowd
was standi ng around the outside. The afternoon serv-
ice was just over. E l bowi ng my way through and
pushi ng mysel f toward a place I coul d see, I noti ced
that the pl atfor m was empty. There was seemingly
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no program to hol d the people. A tal l , gaunt man
stood by my side. I l ooked up i nto his face and said,
"Par don me, si r. What are al l these people wai ti ng
for ?" H e l ooked at me and then suddenl y his face
broke i nto a bi g gr i n and he l i teral l y shouted, "H al l e-
l uj ah!—Prai se the L or d!—T hey are wai ti ng for the
eveni ng servi ce."
I smi l ed back at hi m and said, "Wel l , that 'Hal l e-
l uj ah' business seems to be pretty general around here.
I t must be catchi ng I suppose. Somethi ng l i ke the
Hi s hand came down on my shoulder unti l he got
a gri p l i ke a vice and then he said, "Thi s is a good
place to get the 'Hal l el uj ahs,' my fri end. Y ou sti ck
around here and the L or d wi l l get you sure."
I gl anced down the aisle. Wal ki ng up toward me
I saw my ol d fri end, Dr . Towner. Standi ng on my
ti p-toes and wavi ng my hand, I cal l ed across, "B i l l ,
Oh there, B i l l ! " We were i nti mate enough to cal l
each other by our gi ven names. Hi s dear face broke
i nto a wreath of smiles. Rushi ng over to me he
grabbed my hand. "Char l i e Pr i ce," he said, "Wel l ,
Hal l el uj ah!—Gl or y to J esus!—Praise the L or d!"
M y j aw dropped. A look of amazement came over
my face.
"W- wel l what —?" I excl ai med, "have you got
them too?"
"Got what?" he i nqui red.
"Why, the 'Hal l el uj ahs,' " I declared.
"Y es," he'said, "I have got the 'Hal l el uj ahs' and a
whol e l ot more." As he spoke a pecul i ar feel i ng seized
my heart. I wanted to know more of this matter, so
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taki ng hol d of his ar m I pul l ed hi m through the
cr owd. When we were al l alone I said to hi m,
"Come on, now, be honest wi t h me, tel l me al l about
i t. What are you getti ng out of i t and what is al l this
'Hal l el uj ah' business about?"
L ooki ng i nto my eyes wi t h a serious expression, he
said, "Char l i e, this is real . Thi s l i ttl e woman is ri ght.
Thi s is the real Gospel . I have been bapti zed wi th the
H ol y Ghost. I t is genuine, I tel l you. I t is what you
I n amazement I gazed at hi m. Then I said, "Do
you mean to tel l me that you, one of the l eadi ng Bap-
ti st preachers i n the West —Wi l l i am K eeny Towner
—have actual l y swal l owed thi s stuff?"
Hi s eyes twi nkl ed. "Char l es," he said, "I have
swal l owed the pole, l i ne, reel , hook, bai t and si nker—
and yet I am so hungry, I am l ooki ng around for some
Shouti ng "Thank God for the Bapti sm," he shook
my hand and l eft me, promi si ng to see me l ater. Push-
i ng my way back through the crowd to get a place
where I coul d see, I acci dental l y stepped upon a man's
toe. I l ooked up i nto his face and said, "I beg your
par don."
H e smi l ed back and sai d, "Hal l el uj ah."
"I expected that," I decl ared, and kept on goi ng.
Praises unto God were certai nl y i n order around that
tent. Once agai n i n an advantageous posi ti on, I l ook-
ed over the crowd. Why, there was Ol e, my ol d Swed-
ish usher! Dur i ng Chautauqua days I was forced to
remonstrate wi t h hi m because of his di r ty habi t of
chewi ng Copenhagen snuff. Ol e l ooked different to
me. H e was cleaner and there were no dark corners
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around his mouth.
H e displayed a bi g red badge and said, "H al l el u-
j ah! Praise the L or d Yesus! I ban an oosher."
Mi schi evousl y I said, "Where is the snuff, Ol e?"
Back he came at me wi th "Hal l el uj ah, I ban
saved; I ban heal ed; I ban filled wi t h the Hol y Ghost;
I ban so ful l wi t h gl ory there ai n't any room for
Hi s testi mony brought a l i ttl e cr y of "H al l el u-
jahs" and "Prai se the L or ds" fr om the people around,
much to my embarrassment. The fol ks i n the cr owd
were begi nni ng to l ook i n our di recti on. I asked Ol e
to find me a seat. I promised hi m to stand where I
was and he Went i n search of one for me. Ten mi nutes
l ater he came back.
"What a yob!" he said, "what a yob! But I ban
got one for you."
I fol l owed hi m down the aisle and, to my amaze-
ment and added embarrassment, he led me to the very
front, then swi ngi ng around l i ke a soldier, he led me
al l the way across the l ong altar, then suddenly swi ng-
i ng i nto another l eft tur n he poi nted out a chai r that
was empty i n the section Reserved for Cri ppl es. That
is where I belonged, but I di d not know i t at that
ti me. I was cri ppl ed i n a different place than they
were. A l l the way down the aisle I coul d hear people
menti oni ng my name. M y face turned red. One very
good sister said i n a very audible tone of voice, "Prai se
the L or d, here comes Dr . Pri ce. I hope he gets some-
thi ng." I di d, but that is another part of the story.
QonOel si on
T T "WAS not the sermon that convi nced me that
ni ght, hal f so much as the al tar cal l . The altars
were l i teral l y filled wi t h people. I t had been years and
years and years since I had seen anythi ng l i ke that and
never i n al l my l i fe had I beheld so many people kneel -
i ng at one ti me before thei r L or d. They put chairs
i n the aisles to accommodate the seekers. A man came
to kneel by the chai r next to mi ne. H e was a garage
mechani c. I knew hi m wel l . H e was a wonderful
worker, but a man of oaths and blasphemy. I coul d
not hel p but hear hi m pray.
Suddenl y, i n the mi dst of his intercession, a great
change came over his face. J umpi ng to his feet, he
shouted, "Gl or y!" L i f t i ng his hands i n the ai r, he
commenced prai si ng God. Then he opened his eyes.
I was the first man he saw and I presume he thought
that bei ng a mi ni ster I ought to rejoice wi t h hi m i n
the sal vati on he had found. A t the very top of his
lungs he shouted, "Hal l el uj ah, I am saved. I sn't i t
wonderful ? I sn't i t gl ori ous, M r . Pr i ce?"
I tri ed to conceal my embarrassment because of
the noise he was maki ng and the emoti on he was
showi ng. The best I coul d do was to say, "Y es,
brother, sti ck to i t, sti ck to i t "—and I got out of the
tent as fast as I coul d. I di d not sleep that ni ght. I n
spi ri t, I was back i n my ol d Engl i sh home. I n fancy I
was crossing agai n the prairies of Canada. I n i magi n-
ati on I was behi nd the pul pi t i n the L i fe L i ne Mi ssi on.
Deep down i n my heart, somethi ng tol d me that i n re-
cent years I had been wr ong—not insincere, but
wrong. That is why I tossed restlessly through the
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l ong ni ght watches and no sleep came to gi ve me re-
l i ef.
The next ni ght a masterful message came fr om
the lips of the evangelist and my moderni sti c theol o-
gy was punctured unti l i t l ooked l i ke a sieve. Ar r i vi ng
at my hotel room, I threw mysel f down on my knees
and cri ed out to God. The heavens were bl ack above
me and no answer came; yet, i n the si nceri ty of my
heart, I promi sed God that I woul d change. I tol d
H i m I woul d preach the ol d-ti me Gospel , i f onl y
H e woul d bless me and reveal Hi msel f to me. Oh, the
agony of those moments! The i ntensi ty of those pr ay-
ers! I n my heart, I wanted the change to be gradual .
I was afrai d the members of the church mi ght thi nk
I had been hypocri ti cal and insincere. God wanted i t
otherwise and I am gl ad today He closed the gates of
heaven to my pleas that ni ght. H e had a far more
excellent way!
The fol l owi ng ni ght I went early to the meeti ng.
The place was crowded and I coul d not find a seat.
Dr . Towner saw me wanderi ng around, and sl i ppi ng
his arm affectionately around me said, "Charl es, why
do you not come to the pl atform? There is nothi ng
to be ashamed of. L et us sit together toni ght and en-
j oy the servi ce."
U p to that ti me I had refused to go near the
pl atfor m, al though I had been i nvi ted on two occa-
sions. I promi sed hi m that I woul d go i f he coul d
fi nd seats at the back. We discovered two but when
we went to sit i n them we found Bibles there, show-
i ng that they belonged to someone else. Havi ng gone
on to the pl atfor m I coul d not very wel l leave i t.
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That woul d make me too conspicuous. So I had to
sit i n the front r ow.
H ow marvel ousl y that great audience sang! H ow
wonder ful l y the great choi r thundered out, "There
I s Power, Power, Wonder -Wor ki ng Power i n the
Bl ood of the L amb"! E ver y ti me they said the wor d
"P ower ," i t was l i ke the bl ow of a mi ghty hammer
upon an anvi l such as my grandfather used to wi el d
by his forge i n ol d E ngl and so far away. A l l duri ng
the openi ng part of the service I was conscious of
God speaking to my heart. Then came the sermon.
I t was preached for me. H al f way through the mes-
sage I had made up my mi nd what I was goi ng to
do and I kept pr ayi ng to God for strength to carry
out my resol uti on.
The message was over. I t was the moment of the
al tar cal l . I can hear her now as she said, "I want
every man and woman i n this audience who wi l l say,
'Si ster, I am a si nner; I need J esus and I want you to
pray for me,' to stand to your feet." Tr embl i ngl y I
stood. A hand was. put on my shoulder and the voice
of a promi nent Presbyteri an mi ni ster sounded i n my
ear, "Charl es, she is cal l i ng for si nners. She is cal l i ng
for people who need to be saved." I whi spered back
"I know i t , " and I kept on standi ng. Then came the
rest of the i nvi tati on. "Come down and kneel before
the L or d. Come ye weary and heavy laden and H e
wi l l give you rest."
Down those steps I wal ked. I was i n the act of
kneel i ng at the al tar when the gl ory of God broke
over my soul . I di d not pray for I di d not have to
pray. Somethi ng burst wi t hi n my breast. A n ocean
of .love di vi ne rol l ed across my heart. Thi s was out of
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the range of psychol ogy and actions and reacti ons.
Thi s was real !! Thr owi ng up both hands I shouted,
"Hal l el uj ah!" So overcome was I wi t h joy that I
commenced to r un across the al tar. Dr . Towner
fol l owed me—and wept for j oy! Then i n an ecstacy
of di vi ne gl ory I ran down the aisle to the back of the
tent and back to the front again, shouti ng, "I am
saved—Hal l el uj ah!—I am saved!"
God was answeri ng the prayer of a mother who
had prayed many, many years before i n a l i ttl e E ng-
l i sh home. That ni ght the hand wi th the nai l -pr i nt
i n i t gui ded me out onto a new road that woul d i n-
spire me to preach the Gospel to mi l l i ons of people
and send the pri nted "Word to practi cal l y every coun-
tr y i n the wor l d. Af t er the great tent had been emp-
ti ed that ni ght—I went back to pray. I t was so dark
and si l ent—but I was rejoi ci ng i n the l i ght i n my
heart. A hal f hour passed—and then I stood to my
feet. "Oh Chr i st ," I sobbed, "where Y ou lead me, I
wi l l fol l ow—I mean i t —I mean i t—onl y go T hou
wi t h me al l the way." I n the deep, deep center of my
bei ng, I was conscious of Hi s presence. As I wal ked
out i nto the cool ni ght air H e whispered, "F ear not,
for I have redeemed thee. I have called thee by thy
name—thou art Mi ne. "
I n the course of a few days not onl y my vi ew-
poi nt and outl ook on l i fe, but my l i fe i tsel f had
been transformed and changed. The burni ng, fl ami ng
fires of evangelism began to blaze i n my heart. The
thi ne that I desired more than anythi ng else i n the
wor l d was to wi n souls for J esus. Thr ough the
corri dors of my mi nd there marched the heralds of
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Di vi ne t r ut h car r yi ng thei r banners on whi ch I coul d
see embl azoned: "J esus Saves," "Heaven I s Real ,"
"Chr i st L i ves Today," unt i l my whole heart became
filled wi t h the gl ory of Hi s Presence Di vi ne. I was
also conscious of the fact that these people wi th
whom I had come i n contact had an experience that
I di d not possess. There was an indescribable some-
thi ng about thei r testi mony, thei r prayers, their
preachi ng, that I l acked, even though I was filled wi th
the j oy of the L or d. What was i t? Was i t the bap-
ti sm of the H ol y Spi r i t that the evangelist had spoken
about i n Spokane so many years before? Was i t that
experience that the L or d had brought me al l the way
down fr om Medi ci ne H at to receive but that I had
rejected when I al l owed a mi ni ster to i nfl uence my
young l i fe?
Was God gi vi ng me a second chance? I must
confess t o. you when I commenced to reason
i t out even then, I fel t I coul d never go i nto the
tar r yi ng room to wai t for the enduement wi t h power.
A l l reason, al l l ogi c, al l my own i nterpretati on of
Scri pture, al l my ol d tr ai ni ng and theol ogy was
against i t. I n desperation I cri ed out unto the L or d.
Hands raised toward heaven I prayed for ki ndl y l i ght
that woul d lead me through the gl oom. The l i ght
came. The L or d who sent l i ght through the darkness
to Saul on the Damascus road di d not refuse me. I t
was i n my study at home, by the side of my desk,
alone wi t h God i n the earl y hours of the mor ni ng
that I made my deci si on.
'fi l l ed i vi tl t the &pi l i t
T W E N T back to San J ose. Ar r i vi ng there, I i mme-
di atel y hunted up my ol d fri end, Dr . Towner , and
tol d hi m my story. H e i nformed me that they were
hol di ng meetings every ni ght called "t ar r yi ng meet-
i ngs," for the specific purpose of wai ti ng before God
so that men and women mi ght be filled wi t h the H ol y
I wanted power—power—power. Ol d-ti me pow-
er. H ol y Ghost power. Power to pray. Power to
preach. Power to lead si nful men and women to the
foot of the ol d rugged cross.
So ni ght after ni ght found me tar r yi ng i n the
Bapti st church. H ow tenderl y God dealt wi t h me.
H ow sweetly He l ed me, step by step, nearer and
nearer to the glorious Bapti sm. Hal l el uj ah! I have
to shout when I thi nk about i t. I get so happy I want
to be bapti zed al l over again.
Some thi ngs di d bother me. The noise, for i n-
stance. Why di d people get so noisy? Why coul d
they not pray qui etl y and wi th a di gni ty to whi ch I
had been accustomed? Why di d they—Oh, why di d
they fal l over i n such undi gni fi ed postures? They
were under the power of God al l over the bui l di ng.
The chur ch was filled; the Sunday school room was
filled; the vestries were filled; and they were even
pr ayi ng i n the ki tchen.
Then came a gl ori ous ni ght. Shal l I ever forget
i t? Never —not i n ti me and not i n eterni ty! Hal l el u-
jah! On thi s ni ght—happy ni ght, oh, happy ni ght
-—there was no room for me to pray i n the church,
so I made my way i nto the Sunday school room, and
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I found i t crowded, too. Everybody was prayi ng. I
l ooked at them, and then I l ooked at mysel f, i n my
l ong-tai l ed Pri nce Al ber t coat, and wondered why
i t was necessary for God to strai ghten people out on
thei r backs l i ke that.
I di dn't thi nk i t "WAS necessary. I said to Dr .
Towner : "Do I have to go down?"
H e sai d: "Y es."
A nd I sai d: "Y ou tol d somebody else he di dn't
have to."
"I t's thi s way, Charl i e, Y O U D O N ' T W A N T
T O, and therefore Y O U WI L L H A V E T O. "
I sai d: "Suppose I shoul d tel l the L or d I want to."
H e sai d: "H e woul dn't believe you. Y ou shoul d
be wi l l i ng to let go and l et H i m have Hi s way."
I saw so many people under the power I began
to be bothered agai n about that undi gni fi ed posi ti on
for a Congregati onal mi ni ster. I noti ced the pi ano.
There was a l i ttl e space back of i t and i t made a l i ttl e
pri vate room. When I thought I woul d not attract
any attenti on, I got back of the pi ano and took the
pi ano stool wi t h me. I had room enough to kneel , but
not room to fal l over.
I started to pray and I prayed and prayed unt i l I
had lost al l sense of ti me. About one o'cl ock i n the
mor ni ng Dr . Towner came al ong wi t h two deacons
and started movi ng the pi ano. H e l ooked at me and
sai d:
"What are you doi ng here?"
I said, "I am pr ayi ng."
H e got hol d of the tai l of my coat wi t h one hand
and the back of my head wi t h the other and said,
"There's too much of thi s and too much of thi s"
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I said, "I know what you mean." I fel t so smal l !
Dr . Towner said, "Why don't you get out i n the
mi ddl e of the room, where the power is fal l i ng? Get
where God is blessing peopl e." I got i n the mi ddl e of
the room and there saw one of my parishioners under
the power. The gl ory of God was upon her, shaki ng
her fr om head to foot. As I l ooked at her, I said,
"That's r eal "; and got on my knees wi t h my elbows
resti ng on a chai r. I must have prayed for a few mi n-
utes when I heard them si ngi ng: "Have Thi ne Own
Way, L or d. " "Y es, L or d, I have come to the place
where I can say, 'Have Thi ne Own Way.' I f you
want to put me on my back i n the mi ddl e of the
street, A men!"
Dr . Towner evi dentl y decided I was getti ng i n
real earnest, so he started to pray. I raised my hands.
That was.the fi rst ti me I had done that, and I com-
menced to l ook up wi t h my eyes closed. When my
hands were up for a l i ttl e whi l e I fel t an el ectri cal
feel i ng starti ng down my fingers and when i t got to
my arms, my hands commenced to ti ngl e and I looked
at them and there they were shaki ng. I was surprised.
I coul dn't have stopped i f I had wanted to, and I
woul dn't resist the Spi ri t. I sai d: " A l l ri ght, L or d. "
A nd by the ti me the gl ory waves got to my head, my
head commenced to shake. Then, down i t came to
my body, gl ori ous, wonderful power;,and suddenly I
got a real bol t of gl ory. I fel t mysel f suddenl y go-
i ng up; but I found I wasn't goi ng up, I was goi ng
down: Pri nce Al ber t and everythi ng, down on the
floor. I commenced to praise God. Di d you ever
watch the waves of the ocean as they break and r ol l
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and break? J ust a wave that breaks and then rolls
back, and then another wave? Dr . Towner , who was
pr ayi ng to the L or d, by my side, cri ed unto H i m say-
i ng, "Gi ve hi m mor e."
But I said, "Br other Towner , i f I get any more i t
wi l l ki l l me."
H e sai d, "A men! K i l l hi m, L or d. "
I di dn't understand that then, but I di d l ater. H e
tol d me afterwards T H A T WA S W H A T I N E E D -
E D. The dear ol d preacher kept prai si ng and pr ay-
i ng, and after about twenty mi nutes of that, I sank
i nto the depths of an i nfi ni te peace. I qui etl y praised
the L or d. A t that moment a woman put her hand
on me and Dr . Towner sai d, "Don't do that. Leave
hi m wi t h God. "
Wi t h my eyes closed, I seemed to be l ooki ng up
i nto the dark. Suddenl y l i ke a kni fe, there appeared
i n that awful dark a l i ght and i t flashed l i ke a l i ght-
ni ng flash across the blackness above my head. The
heavens were spl i t and they commenced to fol d up
unti l I coul d see the gl ory of a l i ght through that
openi ng i n the sky. As I gazed at that beauti ful l i ght,
a bal l of fire came down towards me; l ower and
l ower i t came unti l i t got to the l evel of the darkness
on either side. I t began to shoot out darts of fire. Then
the bal l came down a l i ttl e l ower. I t shone so bri ghtl y
i t banished the darkness. Af t er the darkness had been
dispelled i t hung there for about five mi nutes. I just
watched, fasci nated and entranced, those tongues of
fire. Then the bal l started down again and when i t
got ri ght above my head, I don't know how hi gh, I
remember the fire kept comi ng out faster and faster
unti l the bal l spl i t and a tongue came strai ght down
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at me. Dr . Towner said, and the people around me
corroborated, that fr om my l yi ng posi ti on, I j umped
i nsti ncti vel y to get out of the way of the fire that
was goi ng to stri ke me. I di dn't have ti me to thi nk
what i t was. I t touched me on the forehead and I fel t
a qui ver go through my body and then my chest be-
gan to heave and I started prai si ng God. So great was
the heavi ng of my chest that I actual l y thought my
ski n had been torn—-a burni ng, and yet no pai n. Then
suddenl y H e came. The Comforter arri ved. I t was so
gl ori ous! I knew i t the moment H e came i n. I fel t
H i m come. I started to say: "Gl or y, " but my tongue
woul dn't for m the wor d. I t was wobbl i ng around
i n my mouth and I was unable to control i t, as I
was tr yi ng to say: "Gl or y. "
Dr . Towner said, "Don't resist. L et H i m have
Hi s way."
Af t er a moment I stammered out a few strange
mutteri ngs and then—Oh, gl ory to God, the Spi ri t
Hi msel f took complete control . I knew every wor d
I said. I was speaki ng i n a language I had never
known before. Y et every wor d was as fami l i ar as my
own Engl i sh. Dr . Towner knel t at my side and i nter-
preted i t. They tel l me I spoke for thi r ty mi nutes,
al though i t seemed but a short space of ti me. I arose
to my feet. I was dr unk on the wi ne of the H ol y
Ghost. I had lost possession of physi cal facul ti es.
Down I went! They pi cked me up agai n, and I fel l
the second ti me. Then they put me i n a chai r and I
sat there preachi ng J esus. Then I had a ti me of weep-
i ng. T hen I got to my feet again and started around
wi t h my hands i n the air fr om two o'cl ock i n the
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mor ni ng unti l hal f past four ; up and down the aisles,
shouti ng l oudl y i n the Sunday school room and i n the
church, prai si ng the L or d unt i l the break of day.
T H E C O M F O R T E R H A D C O M E !
Back I went to my home chur ch at L odi . The
fol l owi ng Sunday mor ni ng the place was packed to
the doors. The prel i mi nary part of the service was
cut short for I was anxious to get to the message. I
real l y expected to be dismissed fr om my pul pi t. I
never believed that those dear people, who had been
so ki nd and good to me, woul d tolerate the type of
preachi ng I was determi ned to give. I had put my
whol e l i fe before God upon the al tar of consecrati on
and I cared not what shoul d happen to me. T o be
perfectl y frank, I expected to have to open a l i ttl e
mission i n the Ci t y of San Franci sco.
Dur i ng the ti me I was wai ti ng upon the L or d for
the Blessed H ol y Spi r i t, the L or d had shown me a
l i ttl e mi ssi on hal l wi t h its pl ai n wooden seats and
asked me whether or not I was wi l l i ng to say good-
bye to my ambi ti ons and al l of my plans and accept
that. "Wi th al l my heart I cri ed, "Y es, L or d. " I meant
i t ; but the L or d had greater and better plans for me,
as we shal l see.
So i t was I mi ni stered that Sunday mor ni ng to
the people of my home church. H ow easy i t was to
preach! The gl ory of God fl owed l i ke a ri ver, unt i l I
coul d hardl y speak for the sobbi ng of the people.
"As l ong as I am pastor," I said, "you wi l l hear one
bur ni ng message fr om this pul pi t—J esus Chr i st and
H i m cruci fi ed. I shal l not refrai n fr om gi vi ng you
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the story of the cross and the savi ng, cleansing power
of the bl ood of Cal vary's L amb."
A t the concl usi on of the sermon I gave an altar
cal l . T o my amazement over ei ghty people knel t at
that al tar. M y own church people were hungr y for
more of God. We commenced to hol d meetings and
mul ti pl i ed the number of prayer services. The power
of God commenced to fal l . The prayer meetings
grew fr om an attendance of one hundred to three
hundred and then to five hundred. Cl i mbi ng sti l l
hi gher, they reached the one thousand mar k and the
church audi tori um and the Sunday school rooms were
filled wi t h prayi ng people. I nstead of cl osi ng at hal f
past ni ne, as had been our custom before, the meet-
ings woul d r un on unti l the early hours of the mor n-
i ng.
We were obliged to extend the tar r yi ng meetings
out of the chur ch i nto the home and out-bui l di ngs of
M r . A . B. Forrester, the dear brother whose influence
had been so greatl y fel t i n my l i fe. People came from
nei ghbori ng cities. Mi ni sters came from as far distant
as one hundred miles regul arl y to attend those meet-
ings. Among them was the Rev. Eugene Bronson who
was at that ti me pastor of the Methodi st Chur ch i n
San L eandro, about one hundred miles away. A t the
present ti me he is Dean of the Southern Cal i forni a
Bi bl e School , filled wi t h the Spi ri t and a mi ghty man
of God. I n those meetings hundreds upon hundreds
were filled wi t h the H ol y Ghost. I greatl y doubt that
Nor ther n Cal i for ni a has ever before or since seen such
meetings as we hel d i n L odi soon after our church
received the bapti sm of the H ol y Spi ri t.
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I then organi zed the L odi Gospel Team. I t soon
grew unti l i t had pretty close to one thousand mem-
bers. I t was organi zed for the purpose of hol di ng
street meetings. Once every week we woul d meet un-
derneath the L odi arch and, led by the Sal vati on
A r my band fr om Stockton, conduct meetings i n our
own home town. Ever y F ri day ni ght, hundreds and
hundreds of people woul d meet at the church wi t h
signs on the backs of thei r automobiles, readi ng, "L odi
Gospel Team." A parade woul d start to some nearby
ci ty.
More than once I have seen that parade stretch
out over two mi l es, wi t h automobiles of al l ki nds and
sizes, trucks, etc., car r yi ng a happy si ngi ng band of
people to testi fy for the L or d J esus Chr i st. I want to
remi nd you that these were Congregati onal people,
whose numbers had been increased by recrui ts fr om
most of the other churches of the town. We di d not
proselyte. A l l we were after was the preachi ng of
the Gospel to the hearts of hungry men.
Spi ri tual enthusiasm ran so hi gh that there were
occasions when the school chi l dren woul d break out
duri ng thei r classes i n the si ngi ng of hymns. L i ttl e
groups of spi ri t-fi l l ed chi l dren woul d meet i n the
school yard and hol d testi mony services. The whol e
ci ty was feel i ng the power of the revi val . I t was not
unti l hi gh chur ch authori ti es commenced to i nterfere
that we fel t l ed of the L or d to organi ze a separate
and i ndependent chur ch. The gl ory of the L or d that
had been wi t h us i n the ol d bui l di ng accompani ed the
dear people as they crowded i nto the new one. Many
years have passed since then but those precious people,
Upper Left— Upper Right —
Lower Left — Lower Right —
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to whom I used to mi ni ster, are sti l l standi ng for the
ol d truths, and worshi p God i n L odi Bethel Templ e,
dedicated to the preachi ng of the ful l Gospel .
About this ti me I fel t the cal l of the L or d to go
i nto evangelistic fields. I t was a sad parti ng when I
l eft L odi . The church gave me a very beauti ful testi -
moni al and the Gospel Team gave me a huge anal yti -
cal reference Bi bl e wi t h the fol l owi ng i nscri pti on on
the fl yl eaf: "Presented to Charles S. Pri ce by the
members of the L odi Gospel Team i n appreci ati on of
his l oyal ty and fai thful ness to J esus Chri st our L or d.
Many are called but few are chosen. August 17,
1922." That Bi bl e has travel l ed wi th me many, many
miles and i t is one of my most treasured possessions.
I t seems i ncredi bl e to believe that i n one short
year the Spi ri t of God woul d take me from a l i ttl e
Cal i for ni a town and catapul t me i nto great arenas
where I woul d preach to vast throngs of ten thousand
people ni ght after ni ght, but such was the case. What
expl anati on is there for i t, but that the Spi ri t of the
L or d had fal l en upon me! I was not new i n the mi n-
i stry. I f i t had been any abi l i ty that I possessed, why
coul d I have not done this before? As a matter of
fact, I never fel t smaller i n al l my l i fe. Ambi ti on,
pri de, and self had been put upon the altar and the
prayer of my heart was, " O L or d, have Thi ne own
way wi t h me." I n my innermost being I was con-
scious of the Spi ri t of God leading me to say thi ngs
and do thi ngs. There were times when I stood i n
amazement and awe before the result of my own
mi ni str y. A l l gl ory and honor be gi ven to the Name
of our adorable L or d! What a precious and wonder-
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f ul thi ng is this bapti sm wi t h the H ol y Ghost. I have
proved i ts genuineness over and over again and tens of
thousands of people have rejoi ced wi t h me i n the f al l -
i ng of the ol d-ti me power.
So I want to take you by the hand and lead you
down the corri dors of the years, l etti ng you l ook i nto
some of the scenes of my mi ni str y as an evangelist.
M y first meeti ng was at Ashl and, Oregon. The M i n -
i steri al U ni on i nvi ted me and rented a bui l di ng that
seated more than the popul ati on of the town. I t was
soon packed to the doors. A l l the churches of the ci ty
were closed for the meetings and, havi ng tol d the
mi ni sters that I was goi ng to preach the whol e tr uth,
I proceeded to do so. The power fel l . Hundreds were
saved and hundreds were healed. The first person
that I prayed wi t h for bodi l y heal i ng fel l under the
power of God. I , mysel f, was afrai d. I prayed for
the second one and the same thi ng happened. I tr em-
bl ed i n the presence of the L or d; but both of them,
ri si ng to thei r feet and procl ai mi ng they were healed,
gave me courage and I went on prayi ng. Af t er that
scores and scores woul d be prostrated under the pow-
er at one ti me. A n adjacent bui l di ng was rented so
great became the crowds, and the meeti ng conti nued
longer than its advertised ti me.
A L B A N Y , O R E G O N
F r om Ashl and I went to Al bany. One of my very
closest fri ends, Rev. Thomas J . McCrossan, pastor of
the Uni ted Presbyteri an Chur ch, had been down to
the Ashl and meeti ng and returned to Al bany wi t h
reports of what the L or d had done. Dr . McCrossan
became convi nced that the whol e movement was of
God. H e is the author of "T he Bi bl e—I ts Chr i st, and
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Moder ni sm" and many other marvelous books. The
ministers engaged the Al bany Ar mor y and fr om the
very first service i t was packed to the doors. Qui te
often the crowd woul d stay i n the bui l di ng fr om ten
o'cl ock i n the mor ni ng unti l the ti me for the ni ght
meeti ng. We had to beg people, who were Chri sti ans,
to stay away i n order to al l ow the unsaved to find
room. Practi cal l y the entire hi gh school class gave
their hearts to J esus; and i t has been reported that i t
was impossible to hol d a publ i c dance i n town for one
year after the campai gn, because there were not un-
converted girls enough wi t h whom to dance. I t was
a mi ghty revi val . I want to quote fr om Dr . McCr os-
san's own book at this poi nt so that you mi ght get
some understandi ng of what happened i n that meet-
i ng.
"Dr . Pri ce came to Al bany wi t h five churches
behi nd hi m. A t the very first service, Sunday after-
noon, scores came to Chri st. A t each service, to the
very close of the campai gn, the altars were crowded
wi th seekers. Many ni ghts we had to vacate two, three
and even four rows of chairs on the wi de pl atform to
accommodate the great overflow of seekers. Some of
us ministers had been through campaigns wi th Moody,
Torrey, Gi psy Smi th, Wi l bur Chapman, Bi ederwol f,
F . B. Smi th, F rench Ol i ver , Bi l l y Sunday and other
real l y great evangelists; but i t was the unani mous
opi ni on that we had never before found men and
women under such tremendous convi cti on of sin as
i n this campai gn. Ver y frequentl y fr om fi fteen to
twenty-fi ve persons over si xty-fi ve years of age were
at the al tar weepi ng thei r way to God. Here they
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found such a depth of convi cti on, the deepest by far
they had ever experi enced, that they knew for a sure-
ty this was the wor k of the H ol y Spi ri t.
" A t the first heal i ng service i n Al bany I was ful l y
convi nced that God di d heal the si ck through prayer.
The second person to be prayed for had a very large
goi tre. Dr . Pri ce touched her forehead wi t h oi l , and
then pl aci ng his hand upon her head offered a si mpl e
prayer that the L or d woul d then and there give her
fai th to accept. She is wel l today. We ministers fel t
wi thered hands and arms, ti me and agai n, whi ch were
col d and useless. Wi t hi n an hour after bei ng prayed
for, those same hands and arms woul d be as war m as
our own. I s i t any wonder that we believe i n di vi ne
"The last Saturday ni ght was the greatest soul -
wi nni ng service of the campai gn. We ministers were
al l assisting Dr . Pri ce, who was anoi nti ng some four
hundred si ck persons seated on the mai n floor, and we
fol l owed to pray for those anoi nted. Whi l e thus en-
gaged, God's Spi r i t took possession of the meeti ng.
Wi t hout any i nvi tati on bei ng gi ven, sinners began to
fl ock to the al tar; ol d people seventy years of age and
scores of young people. Y oung converts came for -
war d br i ngi ng thei r weepi ng compani ons. Soon the
al tar and the whol e stage were crowded wi t h seekers,
and everywhere i n the house people began to fal l un-
der the strange power of God. We preachers had read
of such scenes i n Fi nney's meetings, but we had never
expected such experiences ourselves. We then knew
what Chr i st meant when H e said, J ohn 14:12, \ . .
greater works than these shall ye do, because I go
unto my Father.' Thi s revealed the l ong forgotten
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tr uth, vi z.: that Chr i st predi cted there woul d be an
augmenti ng rather than a di mi ni shi ng of supernatural
power after H e l eft the earth. Such predi cted power
one sees i n Dr . Pri ce's meetings. As a result of our
meetings hundreds were saved. One church recei ved
over one hundred members, another seventy-fi ve, an-
other si xty and another fifty, but most of the con-
verts were outside of this ci ty.
" A t Roseburg, Eugene, Vi ctor i a and Vancouver ,
B. C , this same wonderful soul -wi nni ng power was
evi dent. A t one afternoon service i n Roseburg, Rev.
Dr . Si pprel l , of Vi ctor i a, and I , saw thi rty-fi ve persons
fr om si xty-fi ve to ei ghty years of age kneel i ng at the
al tar seeking Chr i st. The oldest ministers i n al l these
cities have admi tted to me that i n al l their experience
they have never seen God's soul -wi nni ng power so
di spl ayed. I n both the Vi ctor i a and Vancouver cam-
paigns there were days When fr om seven hundred to
one thousand persons came to the al tar, al l under the
same tremendous convi cti on of si n."
I have quoted fr om the pen of Dr . McCrossan
because I know my readers wi l l appreciate the opi n-
i on of one so wel l known i n the religious wor l d. H ow
wonderful was my L or d to take a sel f-wi l l ed, proud
preacher l i ke I had been and fill hi m wi t h Hi s Spi r i t!
We give H i m the gl ory for i t al l .
F r om Al bany we went to the Fi rst Methodi st
Chur ch of Eugene. Once agai n the power fel l . We
were forced to move to the spacious armory and that
too became crowded to the doors. Out of that meet-
i ng there was bui l t Li ghthouse Templ e wi th one of
the most spacious audi tori ums i n the entire f ul l gospel
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movement. Dur i ng the Eugene campai gn mi racl es
of heal i ng occurred that shook the entire countrysi de,
and denomi nati onal preachers were filled wi t h the
H ol y Ghost.
Next we moved to Roseburg and i t was there,
whi l e preachi ng i n the armory, that the L or d opened
the doors of Canada to my mi ni stry.
Dr . "W. J . Si pprel l , pastor of the Metropol i tan
Methodi st Chur ch of Vi ct or i a, had heard about the
meetings through a l etter wr i tten by M r . Donal d
McCr ossan, son of the mi ni ster whom I have quoted.
H e came down to investigate and, goi ng back to V i c-
tori a, brought the matter before his church and i n-
vi ted me to conduct a campai gn there. Af t er very
earnest prayer I accepted the i nvi tati on. The Met r o-
pol i tan Methodi st Chur ch of Vi ctor i a has a seating
capaci ty of approxi matel y three thousand people. Be-
fore we had been there many days a series of mi r ac-
ul ous healings occurred that shook the town. Out -
standi ng among them were the healings of the Rev.
W. J . K not t , a Methodi st mi ni ster who was healed of
a tremendous goi tre that disappeared.before the eyes
of the congregati on. Then came the heal i ng of Mi ss
Ruby Di mi ck. She was the daughter of a Methodi st
mi ni ster and her heal i ng fr om paralysis and a cri ppl ed
condi ti on was so evi dent that i t awakened the pr ov-
i nce. Newspapers al l over Canada and the Uni ted
States pri nted the story. The Li terary Di gest pri nted
an account of the case. Tr ue i t was that opinions di f-
fered as to how i t was done, but sti l l the fact r emai n-
ed the heal i ng had taken place and a cri ppl ed gi r l had
been made whol e. Tens of thousands of people i n
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Br i ti sh Col umbi a knew that i t was the power of God.
Then came the great campai gn i n Vancouver ,
Br i ti sh Col umbi a. Scores of churches closed for the
meeti ng. A great chorus was organi zed and a body
of 300 ushers trai ned to handle the crowds. M r . F r ank
Patr i ck, the owner of the arena, says, "I kept tr ack of
the crowds. I n three weeks 250,000 people went i nto
that arena to hear M r . Pri ce preach." Some idea of
the congregations mi ght be gleaned fr om the Dai l y
Worl dx "T en thousand people crowded i nto the arena,
and a crowd of between 4,000 and 5,000 outside, un-
able to gai n admi ttance. . . . Outsi de automobiles were
packed for over a mi l e i n every di recti on, whi l e am-
bulances were l i ned up i n fr ont of the arena, and
street cars extended for bl ocks. I n and out among
the vehicles the crowds surged from shortl y after 6
o'cl ock, the doors havi ng been closed at that hour,
when the arena was seen to be packed. I nside, ti er
upon ti er, to-the highest row, ri ght under the roof,
the crowd was packed. Fi remen vai nl y strove to keep
the aisles clear, but even the stai rway to the choi r
seats was crowded. Many people brought camp chairs
and found si tti ng room wherever they coul d; others
stood for hours, anxious to see the evangelist at wor k.
People i n al l wal ks of l i fe, business men, professional
men, laborers and tradesmen were packed el bow to
elbow i n the boxes and bal coni es."
I t is wi t h a feel i ng of deep humi l i ati on and eternal
grati tude to God that I recount these events. There is
a sense i n whi ch I di sl i ke putti ng them down i n this
record, for fear that some shoul d thi nk that the ego^
is asserting i tsel f too much. God forbi d. I am onl y a
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sinner saved by grace; and i t is for the gl ory of the
L or d alone that I tel l of the marvel ous things that the
L or d has done. I am reci ti ng these events i n order to
show you what God can do wi t h a man who wi l l l ay
hi msel f on the al tar and seek unti l he is filled wi t h
the H ol y Ghost. I f there was any power i n the meet-
i ngs, i t was the power of God. I t was not mi ne. As a
matter of fact, I rejoiced on the days when God took
the meetings out of my hands and mani fested H i m-
self i n such marvel ous and gl ori ous ways that al l the
people wondered! I do not feel that this vol ume woul d
be compl ete were I to omi t that remarkabl e meeti ng,
probabl y the most wonder ful of my l i fe, that was
hel d among the Chinese of the Ci t y of Vi ctor i a. As
I wri te I am transported i n spi ri t back to those
days. L et me take you by the hand and together we
wi l l wal k down the corri dors of the years to that
eventful ni ght.
H E meeti ng i n the great Ar ena is over. The
crowds are surgi ng out of the bui l di ng and si ng-
i ng as they go the strains of the hymns they love. I t
has been hot i n the bui l di ng, and al l who have worked
so hard are weary and ti red from the efforts of the
day; for already three services have been hel d and
scores of people prayed for. I t is the ti me when
people can rest; a ti me when our weary bodies
cal l for sleep. A car is wai ti ng at the door of the
Ar ena, and as we j ump i nto i t we are wel comed by
the Pol i ce Commi ssi oner who tells us that Chi natown
is agog wi t h anti ci pati on and eager wi t h the expec-
tancy of hope.
Down through the ci ty we go unti l at last the car
draws up i n front of the door of an ol d Chinese thea-
ter. Wi t h a bur l y pol i ceman l eadi ng the way, we
brave the sti fl i ng atmosphere and at last are greeted
by the si ght of hundreds of Ori ental s packed i n every
nook and cranny of the bui l di ng. A number of C hi -
nese mi ssi on workers and an i nterpreter are already on
the pl atfor m and i nfor m us that some of the people
have been there for three and four hours wai ti ng for
the openi ng hymn. The service commences wi th the
si ngi ng of hymns, most of the people si ngi ng i n Chi -
nese and some si ngi ng i n Engl i sh: but the message that
rises fr om the walls of the ol d Chinese theater to the
Throne of Grace is one language when i t reaches the
heart of God. The prel i mi nary service is over, a simple
story is tol d; sentence by sentence, for the i nterpreter
must thi nk of his words. I t is the story of a Cross, an
embl em of suffering and shame. The story of a Chri st
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who di ed on that Cross, not onl y for the soul of the
Caucasi an, but to enter the heart of Chi na.
Af t er the message is over, the al tar cal l is gi ven,
and a si ght perhaps unparal l el ed i n Chinese wor k on
the Paci fi c Coast is witnessed at that cal l . "E ver y man
and woman i n this bui l di ng who wi l l here and now
accept Chr i st as thei r Savi our and renounce thei r
heathen rel i gi on and come to thi s al tar to pray, put
up your hands and ask for the prayers of the people
who love our L or d. "
Near l y every hand i n the bui l di ng is raised. Dr .
Osterhout, who has charge of the Chinese wor k for
the Methodi st Chur ch of Canada, has come to the
front of the pl atfor m wi t h an excl amati on of amaze-
ment. A moment or two l ater the Chinese are swar m-
i ng onto the pl atfor m. They fill i t once wi t h men,
then agai n wi t h women, and then again wi th men,
and once again wi t h women, unti l four separate al tar
calls have been gi ven i n the one meeti ng and the bui l d-
i ng is r i ngi ng wi t h praises unto the L or d.
I woul d l i ke at this poi nt to gi ve you the i mpres-
sion of my dear fri end, Dr . Thomas J . McCrossan,
who was present at that meeti ng and who tol d me
l ater that i t was the greatest service he ever attended
i n his l i fe. Under the headi ng "Wi nni ng Heathen
Chi nese to Chr i st ," Dr . McCrossan says: "Whi l e i n
Vi ctor i a I witnesses a sight that convi nced me, as
nothi ng else had done, that Dr . Pri ce was a mi ghty
man of God. I n a theater I heard hi m address 900
heathen Chi namen through an i nterpreter. H e tol d
the story of the creati on, fal l and redempti on of man,
how that the L or d J esus came to earth and died that
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God mi ght be just and the justi fi er of hi m who
believed i n J esus. When through, he offered a short
prayer, and then gave an i nvi tati on through the i n-
terpreter for sinners to come to Chri st. Mor e than
four hundred made a start and the al tar, compri si ng
three rows of chairs al l the wi dth of the theater, was
filled three different times. Three returned Chinese
missionaries, the three resident missionaries, and Rev.
Osterhout (superi ntendent of Methodi st Chinese
wor k) spoke wi t h these seekers. They tol d us they
had never seen men and women under such deep con-
vi cti on of si n, and they fel t sure most al l of them un-
derstood cl earl y what they had done."
A t the concl usi on of the services i n Vi ctor i a two
gi fts were gi ven to me as a token of the l ove of the
people. I am human enough to pri ze such thi ngs very
hi ghl y, al though I am somewhat bewi l dered as to
whi ch one I pri ze the more. One was a beauti ful
medal of gol d wi t h the fol l owi ng i nscri pti on: "P r e-
sented to Charl es S. Pri ce, Evangel i st, by the Chinese
Chri sti ans of Vi ctor i a i n deep appreci ati on of his l a-
bors and services among our peopl e." That medal of'
gol d is often l ooked at and prayers ascend fr om my
heart to God for H i m to keep those dear Chinese al -
ways and ever under the bl ood. The other gi ft of
whi ch I speak was a resol uti on passed bv the mi ni s-
teri al association and reads as fol l ows: "I n respect to
the evangelistic campai gn conducted i n this ci tv from
Apr i l 8th to A pr i l 29th, by Rev. Dr . C. S. Pri ce, a
mi ni ster of the Congregati onal Chur ch of Cal i for ni a:
, "We, the members of the Mi ni steri al Associ ati on
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of the Ci ty of Vi ctori a, desire to make the following
"Havi ng had ample opportunity throughout the
course of the campaign to observe the methods and
to hear the addresses in connection with the said cam-
paign, we would commend, without reserve, the fine
Christian spirit, the transparent character, and evi-
dent devotion of the evangelist in all his work. We
would also remark upon his deeply sympathetic atti-
tude towards the various churches, as well as towards
all persons who might i n any way differ from hi m
in doctrinal belief.
"We regard his evangelistic message as strong, per-
suasive, and scriptural; wholly devoid of levity of su-
perficiality, and always marked by a passionate desire
to exalt the L or d J esus Christ, as the Son of God, and
the Saviour of men, in a manner which carried con-
viction and blessing to the hearts of his hearers.
"We would place on record our gratitude to God
for the splendid spiritual results obtained, and our ap-
preciation of the methods adopted by the evangelist
to bring people to the point of decision, both as to
the acceptance of J esus Christ for salvation, and the
seeking of the baptism of the Hol y Spirit as bringing
to them greater power for service.
"We would also state that the prayers offered for
the healing of the sick have been answered in many
cases that can be verified, and that there are many i n-
stances where bodily disease and infirmity have ap-
parently disappeared, and the persons concerned claim
to be perfectly well.
"We, therefore, heartily commend the work of
Rev. C. S. Price as an evangelist, to all our churches,
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and pray that God's continued blessing may rest upon
hi m and his co-workers in all their efforts to promote
the interests of the Ki ngdom of God."
on behalf of the association.
One year after the close of the Victoria meeting,
I returned again to the city and held another great
campaign in the same arena with the same churches
cooperating. Then came the great meeting i n Van-
couver with its tremendous interest, enormous
crowds, and the falling of the old-time power. The
closing night of that campaign is one that will live
long in my memory. Over one thousand people were
prayed for for bodily healing and I was so tired at
the conclusion of the service that I could hardly keep
on my feet. It is undoubtedly true that thousands of
lives were won to the Lord J esus Christ. It certainly
pays to be filled with the Hol y Ghost!
IS impossible to record i n detail the events of all
the years that have passed, but I do want to men-
tion a few of the outstanding campaigns and give
God the glory for the victories that were won. From
Vancouver I went with my party to Calgary, a very
beautiful town i n Alberta, and rented the great horse
show building for the revival meeting. Not many of
the local churches closed to help in the meetings, but
that did not seem to hinder the sweep of victory that
God gave us. It was during this meeting that I felt
led by the Spirit one night to answer my own altar
call. My heart was hungry for more of God. When
the devil tried to tell me that the people would mis-
understand my action, I rebuked hi m. Wi th tears
streaming down my face, I asked the people to pray
that God would melt me and break me so that He
might be everything and that I might be nothing.
So sweetly the L ord visited me that night with an
outpouring of Hi s glorious presence that I shall never
forget through time and eternity.
I have been to Calgary four different times and
have thousands of dear and loyal friends there. It
was i n Calgary that I first met my dear co-worker,
Charles J ackson, who travelled with me so long and
proved of such value i n conducting the campaigns.
Great as have been the victories in British Col um-
bia, we found even greater congregations and a
mightier sweep of glory i n Edmonton. The great
ice arena, seating 12,000 people, was so crowded that
on one occasion people climbed onto the roof and
tried to break their way i n. They even smashed wi n-
dows and then threw money into the arena to pay
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for the damage they had done. It was i n this Edmon-
ton meeting that so many lives were dedicated to God,
and a large number of people are ministers on the
home and foreign fields as a result of the campaign.
When I tried the following year to rent the Edmon-
ton arena once again, I was informed by the Ci ty
Counci l that I could not use the the building unless
I took out an accident insurance policy covering
everybody that entered the arena. One of the officials
with whom I dealt, said, "We do not want a repe-
tition of those enormous crowds that assembled last
year for the services."
Then came the great campaigns of Brandon and
Wi nni peg. We were forced to move out of the Wi n-
nipeg Arena into the Amphitheatre to accommodate
the congregations. The very opening night of this
service, according to the "Wi nni peg Free Press, "Over
eight thousand people crowded the Amphitheatre to
capacity last night to hear the evangelist, Dr . Charles
S. Pri ce." What the paper did not know was that I
had to climb in through the kitchen window to get
into the building, for the crowd was so great at the
door that I could not make my way through the
throng. It was a common sight to see one hundred
to four hundred kneeling at the altar i n a single meet-
ing i n some of those large arena campaigns. Even
though many years have passed, I am still correspond-
ing with people who made their start for the L ord
J esus Christ in those glorious, wonderful days.
* My life became just one evangelistic meeting after
another. A flaming, consuming passion burned wi th-
i n my heart. I wanted to win souls for J esus. I wanted
to preach the Gospel so that everybody throughout
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the countrysi de coul d hear i t. I refused to take pledges
i n my meetings for mysel f or for expenses for fear
that someone woul d thi nk that the campaigns were
nothi ng but a commerci al enterprise. By day and by
ni ght my prayer to God was, "Oh L or d, gi ve me
soul s—gi ve me soul s." So i t was I preached unt i l there
were times when I woul d collapse at the close of the
services fr om sheer fati gue. Chur ch systems began to
organi ze against the movement and ci rcul ate many
pecul i ar reports about me and my mi ni stry. I f these
men coul d onl y have read my heart they never woul d
have put a straw i n the way to impede my wor k for
God; but to repl y has never been my pol i cy. I just
kept on preachi ng the Gospel , and tel l i ng the sweet-
est story ever tol d. I n my heart I knew there was not
a soul i n the audience that J esus coul d not save. I
knew there was not a sick body that He coul d not
heal. I knew that there was not a question but what
my L or d coul d answer. I knew that there was not a
probl em that He coul d not solve. That fired me up.
I t gave me zeal and strength to go on when the battl e
was hard.
Wken the Pavel 'fell
I M E mar ched on and there came the great meet-
i ngs i n T or ont o, Mi nneapol i s, Dul ut h, E ast St.
L oui s and Bel l evi l l e. Perhaps I shoul d put on thi s r ec-
or d, for the gl or y of the L or d, a few facts r egar di ng
the Bel l evi l l e, I l l i noi s, meeti ng. Whi l e not as l arge
as the Vancouver meet i ng; whi l e not as wel l attended,
perhaps, as the great campai gns i n E dmont on and
other ci ti es have been; yet, i n some respects, i t was the
most mar vel ous meeti ng of my mi ni st r y up to that
date. A t the end of the campai gn i n East St. L oui s,
the Rev. M r . H umphr ey, pastor of the J ackson M et h -
odi st E pi scopal Chur ch of Bel l evi l l e, i nvi t ed me to
pr each i n hi s chur ch dur i ng a Sunday mor ni ng ser v-
i ce. I t was that meeti ng that opened the doors of
Bel l evi l l e to my mi ni st r y. T he Moose audi t or i um was
r ented for the servi ces and the ver y fi rst meeti ng saw
the pl ace cr owded and hundr eds tur ned away.
A s the days went on the cr owds i ncreased, unt i l
at l ast i t became necessarv to hol d T H R E E M E E T -
I N G S A D A Y . T he after noon cr owd woul d fill the
bui l di ng and then the doors woul d be l ocked. T he
ni ght cr owd woul d gather at an earl y hour , and at
5:30 the doors woul d be agai n opened. T he servi ce
woul d begi n at si x o'cl ock, and after that servi ce was
over, the cr owd woul d be made to leave by the pol i ce
and fire depar tments and the next cr owd woul d f i l l
the bui l di ng for the 8:30 servi ce. E ven then peopl e
woul d be l eft outsi de. We kept thi s up unt i l our
physi cal str ength br oke under the str ai n, and we had
to r et ur n to the r egul ar schedul e of t wo meeti ngs a
T he cr owds st i l l came. A s my auto woul d dr i ve
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up to the reserved parking space, a roar would go up
outside, "Please let us i n, Dr . Price, . . . please, can
we come i n tonight?" Then another, "We have driven
a hundred miles and got here just too late . . . can
we get i n?" I would have said "Yes," but, there on
the steps was the strong arm of the law. The local
fire department handled the situation for a while,
then the ST AT E F I RE C HI E F came down to handle
the crowds, and see that no one was hurt and that the
fire rules of the state were enforced. Praise the L ord
for that meeting. It was glorious, entrancing and i n-
spiring and we give to our dear L ord all the glory.
But the best is yet to come. Wi l l you rejoice with
us i n this fact: that during the last T E N DAYS of
the great Belleville campaign there was an average of
D A Y ! ON E T H O U S A N D A D A Y !
Hallelujah! That is a conservative estimate. The
preachers would weep . .. the workers were unable to
handle the souls at the altar . . . the whole altar was
so jammed that the workers could not move around
. . . the aisles would fill clear to the back of the bui ld-
ing . . . kneeling figures . . . tears . . . prayers . . .
songs... and shouts. N E V E R H A V E I SE E N A N Y -
was wonderful. Glory to J esus!
At last I had to turn the whole building into an
altar, and one old Free Methodist preacher, Rev.
Breese, who had lived and preached there for fifty
years, said that never in all Belleville's history had so
many souls come to Christ. The fire department and
its men caught the spirit. Ni ght after night the red
car of the fire chief would be there in front of the
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bui l di ng and one of our most enthusiastice workers
was the fire chi ef hi msel f. The motorcycl e pol i ce
were on hand, hel pi ng to park the automobi l es; and
they, too, entered i nto the spi ri t of the great cam-
pai gn.
H ow we give God the gl ory for such thi ngs as
thi s! H ow different my l i fe was i n such a mi ni str y,
than i t had been before I was fi l l ed wi th the H ol y
Spi r i t! I f there is any one thi ng that I shall praise the
L or d for when I see my blessed Saviour one of these
wonderful days, i t is the fact that I received the l i ght
of f ul l Gospel tr uth i n ti me enough to give some years
of my l i fe i n service to J esus. What a day i t wi l l be
for me when I l ay my trophies at Hi s feet! H ow di d
i t al l begi n, you ask? Back i n that Sunday school
room i n the Bapti st Chur ch i n San J ose when a re-
centl y born-agai n preacher cri ed out for the ol d-ti me
power and God answered by fire.
By this ti me the L or d had l ed me very defi ni tel y
to start my magazi ne, Gol den Gr ai n, whi ch is one of
the dearest treasures of my heart. Thr ough wi nter
and summer, good times and hard times, depression
and no depression, Gol den Gr ai n has gone on its wor l d
mission of carryi ng the ful l Gospel message to the
uttermost parts of the earth. I commenced to wri te
the magazi ne i n prayer, dedi cati ng each number as i t
came off the press, to the sal vati on of souls and the
heal i ng of bodies. I sti l l do. I believe that is why God
has blessed i t. I t has been one of the most i mportant
factors i n my mi ni stry and undoubtedl y has led thou-
sands of souls to J esus Chri st.
Mi ni sters of various denominations have been
wr i ti ng me through the years regardi ng di vi ne heal -
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ing and the baptism of the Hol y Ghost and i n the files
of my office I have many letters telling of how God
has answered prayer i n the lives of these preachers.
The publishing of a magazine by an evangelist who
was spending ten months out of every twelve on the
road was an added task, but God gave me strength.
One would think that the steady grind of cam-
paign would prove monotonous, but it did not in my
case. I have guarded very carefully against becoming
a professional evangelist. I did not want to carry
around a few sermons i n my brief-case and deliver
the same messages over and over again. There were
illustrations the L or d had blessed that I could repeat
and there were some sermons that I could give the
second time, but I determined by the grace of God
that I would keep burni ng on the altar of my heart
the desire to see men saved. More than once I have
looked through some little peep hole at the congrega-
tion and then just before I went into the pulpit I
would fall trembling on my face before God. "Dear
J esus," I would pray, "out there are hundreds, per-
haps thousands of men and women who are lost. Oh,
my L ord, help me to give them the message that they
need—help me to preach wi th power—help me to
make You so beautiful and so wonderful that every-
body here will fall i n love with You and find salva-
ti on." Little did the audience realize it, but more
than once I would have to cry out to God to give me
strength and courage to face the multitude. Then I
have seen them break before I have had a chance to
give an altar call. I have watched them come down
the aisles to kneel at the foot of the Cross, so great
was the conviction upon their hearts.
the days sped by. The cost of bui l di ngs be-
came a serious probl em for me to face and solve.
One day the L or d very defi ni tel y di rected me to bui l d
my first huge wooden tabernacle. I n recent years I
have been usi ng these tremendous frame bui l di ngs i n
cities throughout the countrysi de, parti cul arl y i n the
Paci fi c Northwest. Y aki ma and Bel l i ngham both
have had wooden tabernacles. T wo have been erected
on di fferent occasions i n the Ci t y of Seattl e; whi l e
Tacoma has bui l t three for my evangelistic mi ni stry.
I believe a very unusual and uni que record was
established just a year or two ago i n the Ci t y of Taco-
ma. I nside of two calendar years I had bui l t three
tabernacles and hel d three campaigns. Dur i ng those
two years we were i n meetings i n the one town for
six months. That means that one day out of every
four I was preachi ng twi ce a day i n a specially con-
structed tabernacle over the two-year peri od. We
give God the gl ory for the fact that the cl osi ng meet-
ings found the tabernacle filled and that congrega-
tions of one thousand woul d meet on week-day mor n-
ings to hear Bi bl e expositions as I tri ed to unfol d the
Wor d of God.
I t was here that my col l ecti on of treasures i n-
creased. I was so deeply moved and touched by the
i nci dent that brought this treasure to me that I feel
I ought to record i t here. I had noti ced i n the audi -
ence a J ewi sh man and woman si tti ng together on
more than one occasion. They were typi cal J ewi sh
people. H e was a man wi th a beard and she was a
woman wi t h a shawl wraooed around her head. Mor e
than once I had observed them kneel i ng at the al tar.
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One night they came to me after the service with
a very reverent expression on their faces. Suddenly
the J ewish brother took my hand in his and then
kissed it. I knew they were Russians, and I also knew
that such was the custom of their country. Then that
dear J ewish woman got out of her purse a little golden
box. It was beautifully made, and in it was the J ew-
ish name of God. She told me that it was the custom
i n Russia for the orthodox J ewish people to nail this
little box of gold upon the door post of their home.
Even the nails were solid gold. It signified that the
people who lived in the house were followers of the
God of Abraham, and of Isaac, and of J acob. It also
served as a constant reminder for them to worship
I tried to refuse her gift, but she insisted on my
keeping it. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she said,
"I do not need the name of God i n a box of gol d—
for He has written Hi s name on my heart." And
then similingly looking into my face she said, "My
brother, how I love J esus!" So I came away with my
little box of gold, but what was more precious—in-
finitely more precious—the testimony of that dear
man and woman—ri ngi ng i n my ears. Five of their
children are now on the firing line for the L ord J esus
The L ord has also led me during recent years into
some of the great camp-meetings of the nation as
camp evangelist. Four years in succession I was called
to the beautiful Lake Geneva Bible Conference and
Camp Meeting. The ground is situated on a lovely
lake i n the heartof Minnesota. For two years I was
"he speaker at the Eastern District Gamp-Meeting
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wi th its great throng that came fr om al l over the
East to the camp-grounds at Green L ane, Pennsyl -
vani a. Thr ough the courtesy of my mi ni steri al breth-
ren, I have conducted camp-meeti ngs also i n I owa,
I l l i noi s, Washi ngton, Nebraska and other states. I t
has been hard wor k, but the L or d Hi msel f has gi ven
me the strength.
TJ l eeti nas GUoad
(TTl NE night i n 1933 I was kneeling in prayer before
the L ord. I had just completed the sermons and
articles for my monthly magazine, "Gol den Gr ai n,"
and was asking the blessing of the L ord upon them as
I sent them forth. I was very tired i n body, and was
praying about Hi s will regarding a vacation time for
rest. I was still on my knees when a letter was put i n
my hands. It was from one of my brethren in E ng-
land, who was asking me to go back to the land that
gave me birth as a speaker at the National Confer-
ence to be held in the Ci ty of London. He also i n-
cluded invitations from Norway, Sweden and Fi n-
land. I re-read the letter on my knees, and then left
the whole matter before the Lord.
Door after door seemed to open, and the dear
L ord made it very clear that it was Hi s will that we
should make the trip. Nothi ng in the world could
have blessed me more. It had long been an ambition
of mine to go back to the place where I had spent my
boyhood days and give my testimony for J esus. A
few days passed by and another letter arrived—this
time from Egypt. I saw in it the hand of God.
My dear friends, Mr . and Mrs. J . L . Barneson,
who had been such a help to me in the publishing of
"Gol den Gr ai n," consented to go wi th me and my
party, and it was in February, 1934, that we sailed for
Europe. I took my own car with me, for when a
number of people travel together i n foreign lands,
gasoline is cheaper than railroad fare. Besides that, it
helps you to see the countryside. You get away from
the beaten tracks that tourists ordinarily follow. We
landed at Cherbourgh in France and motored to Mar -
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seilles. Then we took a steamer across the Medi ter -
ranean to Al exandr i a, E gvot. We motored down the
hi stori c Ni l e to marvelous ol d Cai ro. H ow I enjoved
the services I conducted there! I can sti l l see the smi l -
i ng, dark-ski nned faces l ooki ng up at me; as, through
an i nterpreter, I tol d them of the gl ory of my risen
L or d. Scores and scores of them testified to bei ng
filled wi th the H ol y Ghost. Peter was ri ght when he
declared, "The promise is unto you and to your chi l -
dren and to them that are afar off."
I motored fr om Cai ro to J erusalem, crossing the
wilderness of Si nai . I t was one of the great adventure-
journeys of my l i fe. Then came my mi ni stry i n J er u-
salem and vi si ts to the places made sacred by
my L or d. H ow I treasured those golden days! H ow
memory takes me back now to the sunl i ght pl ayi ng
on J ordan and to the peaceful quiet that came over
my soul as I drank of the waters fr om J acob's wel l !
H ow wel l do I remember the symphonies that were
pl ayed by the waves of Galilee,as they beat upon the
r ocky shore at ol d Capernaum. The tears come even
now when I thi nk of the moment when I stooped
down and went i nto the sepulchre, where they put
the body of my L or d. Shal l I ever forget Cal var y—
and wi l l the vi si on of the wi ndi ng, narrow streets
of ol d J erusal em ever be erased fr om my memory
and mi nd? I was fascinated wi t h Palestine.
The meetings i n Nor way and Sweden I shall never
forget. What a church that is i n Stockhol m! Fi ve
thousand members, and every one of them real , l i vi ng
members. Brother Pethrus, the pastor, does not believe
i n carryi ng a l ot of useless, dead ti mber around just to
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make up a large church membership. I wish I had
the ability to describe to you just what that great
Stockholm church is like. Notwithstanding the tre-
mendous seating capacity (close to 4,000), every-
one i n the building is comparatively near you; and
your voice can be heard even though you should speak
in a whisper.
The platform on whi ch the pulpit stands is
the largest we have ever seen. What altar calls I
had at the conclusion of my sermons! The prayer
rooms below the main auditorium would be so
crowded that other rooms had to be opened as
the people came to pray. Imagine the 500 room so
crowded we could not get any more i n it, as the peo-
ple waited before the Lord. Then the 120 room would
be filled, and the praying crowd would overflow from
that. It was indeed such a pleasure and privilege to
minister to people who would respond like that.
There is a real revival in Sweden. Many of the
Baptist preachers have been filled with the Hol y
Ghost. Some of the Baptist colleges are teaching the
glorious truth of the infilling of the Spirit. There are
some villages in Sweden where every man, woman and
child in the village has had a full Gospel experience.
J ust imagine that! It is hard to believe, and yet it is
absolutely true.
Then my mi nd goes back to the day when my
steamer sailed majestically up the smooth waters of
the Oslo Fjord. The tall mountains rise to the right
and to the left, reflecting and glowing in the water
at our feet. What scenery! What a glorious array of
changing views! Beautiful waterways seemed to pre-
sent themselves with every successive mile, and long
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before we reached Oslo every member of the party
was saying, "I s not Norway beautiful!" We were
admirably entertained by our dear friend, Rev. T . B.
Barratt, who is the pastor of the church of "Phi ladel-
phi a," the home of Pentecost in Norway. Brother
Barratt's name is known to everybody in the city.
Formerly a Methodist preacher of prominence i n
Norway,he received the baptism with the Hol y Spirit,
and God has used him in lighting Pentecostal fires
in various countries throughout Northern Europe.
The opening service found the spacious building
crowded to the doors. People were standing in the
eager congregation. Then they commenced to sing!
Never shall we forget that music. There is something
plaintive—a predominance of minor strains—in so
many of the Norwegian hymns. They reach down
to the very depths of your heart. A splendid stringed
orchestra would every once i n a while carry through
the verse and chorus without the aid of the human
voices; then, suddenly, the whole congregation would
catch up the melody, and the building would ring
with the praises of God. How I thank God for my
visit to wonderful Scandinavia!
Back to dear old England! Years before, a mother
—just before her death —'• had dedicated her boy
to the service of the Lord. That boy was back—back
after years and years of sojourn in a foreign land. It
was Sunday night, and an occasion I shall never, never,
forget. It was the old church, the church where my
mother and father had worshipped in the years gone
by. I n that church my uncles and aunts and grand-
parents had preached and sung the glory of the Lord.
On the hillside^ less than a mile away, most of them
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were awaiting the glorious day when the dead in
Christ shall arise. Thei r message had been given—their
testimony had been spoken—their race had been run.
Inside that church were scores and scores of the
younger generation of the members of my family.
I n my heart I knew of what they were thinking,
as they waited for me to mount the pulpit steps. In my
heart I knew what my dear father and mother were
thinking as they waited anxiously for their son to
make his appearance. Others of the remaining rela-
tives of my family were waiting, too; and I believed
I knew what was in their hearts. I know what was
in mine. "Dear J esus," I said, "I thank You for this
day. For years I have lived for i t—for years I have
prayed for i t—and now it has come to pass. Hel p
me to preach—help me to be true to the message."
One of the stewards opened a little door, and I
tremblingly mounted the pulpit steps. I looked out
over the congregation, nearly all of whom I knew.
Boys wi th whom I had played in the years gone by
were men now with their families by their side. I
looked for old familiar faces—but some of theme
were gone, never to be seen again until our Lord
unites us in the realms of eternal day. I glanced down
and saw the face of my father. He looked up at me
and smiled through the tear drops. I stepped to the
pulpit, choked back something that rose in my throat,
announced the hvmn, and soon they were singing to-
gether, "Al l Hai l the Power of J esus' Name." I am
wondering if somebody else was riot leaning over the
battlements of heaven, listening to me perach in the
old home church that Sunday night.
A few days sped by and I was in London. The
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L or d had made i t possible for me to preach i n an E pi s-
copal Col l ege, overl ooki ng the hi stori c Thames. The
place was crowded to the doors, and people were un-
able to find even standi ng room. I l ed my ol d father
down the aisle and we were both seated together on
the pl atfor m. J ust before I rose to preach, the H ol y
Spi ri t whi spered i n my heart the message for that
ni ght, "The Potter and the Cl ay. "
When the service was over, I received another
gi ft. I t was not a l i ttl e golden box, such as I received
fr om the J ewi sh woman; neither was i t a medal of
gol d, such as the Chinese gave me i n far away V i c-
tori a. I t was nothi ng that I coul d handl e, nothi ng
that I coul d see; but i t was one of the greatest gi fts
I have ever received i n al l my l i fe. I t was a wor d fr om
my father. One of the Engl i sh preachers had leaned
over to hi m and said, "We are happy to have hi m
wi t h us toni ght as our preacher, M r . Pr i ce." M y
father l ooked i nto his eyes and said, "A nd I am proud
to have hi m as my son." I l ooked i nto his face, and
there passed before me the events of the years gone
by—hi s prayers, his love, his sacri fi ces—that was why
those words meant so much to me then, and why they
mean so much to me now; but I am wai ti ng for an-
other wor d. That wi l l be the crowni ng wor d of them
al l . I t is when J esus wi l l say to me, "Wel l done."
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O I T i s, as the second edi ti on of "The Story of My Life"
goes to press, I am sti l l on the firing l i ne for J esus. Many
campaigns have been hel d i n Ameri ca and lands across the sea,
since the last edi ti on was pri nted. As a matter of fact, I have
preached the Gospel of the L or d J esus Chri st once agai n on four
continents. I can sti l l testify that the greatest joy of my l i fe is
to see souls saved. The campaigns i n the various parts of the
country met wi th wonderful response. We parti cul arl y enjoyed
the meeti ng i n Duquesne, Pennsyl vani a.
At the close of the last service, Rev. Harry Lee Crawford
arose and presented the fol l owi ng testimonial to Evangelist
Charles S. Pri ce:
' "Duquesne, Pennsyl vani a, J anuary 24, 1937.
"Whereas . . . this city has been blessed duri ng the past
three weeks by the presence of Dr . Charles S. Price and party,
of Pasadena, Cal i f., who through the services of Di vi ne worshi p
and praise that they have l ed, have brought inestimable riches
to this communi ty;
"A nd whereas, Dr . Pri ce has exempl i fi ed i n our mi dst the
three-fol d mi ni stry of the Master fn mi ni steri ng to spi ri t, mi nd
and body by preachi ng, teaching and heal i ng;
"A nd whereas, we have learned to love hi m as one, who
wi th the spi ri t of the Master, i n a di gni fi ed and yet powerful
manner, has procl ai med the gl ad ti di ngs of the Gospel :
"Therefore, be i t resolved, that as pastors of the churches of
Duquesne, we hereby record our gratitude and appreciation of
the sel f-sacri fi ci ng labors of Dr . Pri ce and his party; and be i t
further resolved, that we commend the sane and sound evan-
gelistic campaigns of Dr . Pri ce to al l true followers of the L or d
everywhere, and pray God's richest blessings upon hi m and al l
his fel l ow-workers."
The above was signed by the Rev. R. A . Gr aybi l l , of the
Fi rst Chri sti an Church; the Rev. George F . Hambl eton, of the \
Fi rst Baptist Church; the Rev. Harry L . Crawford, of the Fi rst
Presbyterian Church; the Rev. Al fr ed J . Herman, of the.Grace
Reformed Church; the Rev. Andrew P. Slabey, of the Congre-
gati onal Church; the Rev. S. E. Br own, of the Fi rst Methodi st
The Story of My Life
Epi scopal Church; the Rev. F . A . Al for d, of the Zi on Lutheran
Church, and the Rev. C. W. Wal ker, J r., of the Fi rst Engl i sh
Lutheran Church.
N D N O W this thi rd edi ti on of "The Story of My Life"
goes to press. How good God i s! Since the last edi ti on
of this vol ume was wri tten, my heavenly Father has opened the
doors to my mi ni stry once again on the far flung continents of
the worl d. Memori es flood my mi nd of the late vi si t to Norway
and to Sweden wi th the great meetings here. I am thi nki ng of
the mi ni stry I was pri vi l eged to give to my brethren i n Egypt
and once agai n sai l i ng to Palestine where my Saviour wal ked
and talked years ago; the Easter Sunday I spent i n Smyrna and
the tri p through the Dardanelles into hi stori c Turkey. I can
sti l l see Patmos and Rhodes and Tr i pol i . What a pri vi l ege to
witness for J esus i n lands afar! There is Damascus and Bei rut
and later the journey through I taly across the heart of Europe.
But i n cl osi ng this volume I thi nk my greatest gratitude to
God woul d be for the pri vi l ege He has accorded me of wri ti ng
my magazine, Golden Grain. I t now goes around the worl d.
For eighteen years I have been wri ti ng the sermons whi ch have
sent my wri tten ministry into a multitude of homes, and the
pri nted page has been the means of l eadi ng thousands to
Chri st as Saviour and Heal er. I am wri ti ng today i n the ful l
knowledge that my ministry of the printed page now exceeds i n
influence and power the mi ni stry of the preached word from
pul pi t and pl atform. How good and ki nd is our l ovi ng L or d!
How much I appreciate the fri endshi p and prayers of that mul ti -
tude of people who have participated i n my mi ni stry for the
cause of Chri st and the everlasting gospel.
How many years of service I have left, shoul d J esus tarry,
I do not know; but I am rejoi ci ng i n the l ong l i st of my sons
and daughters i n the L or d, who are preaching Hi s blessed truth
al l over the home l and, on the continents afar, and on the islands
of the sea. But for my hope of heaven, I am not trusting i n
what l i ttl e I may have done; but I am counting on the blood He
shed when He di ed for me on Cal vary to redeem my soul . After
al l , it is not what we do for J esus, but what He has done for us
whi ch makes our salvation sure. So, here i t is the month of

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