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Describing Evangelicals

Rockytopva

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To evangelize is to bring good tidings...

1. Song service - As in George Beverly Shea
2. Preaching- As in Billy Graham
3. Altar Service - With the help of many councilors

True evangelicals have a passion to do just that.
 
George Clark Rankin describing a truly evangelical service....

In the course of an hour I was at my uncle's. He was surprised to see me, but gave me a cordial welcome. The first thing he did was to disarm me, and that ended my pistol-toting. I have never had one about my person or home to this good day. And I never will understand just why I had that one. A good dinner refreshed me and I soon unfolded my plans and they were satisfactory to my kind-hearted kinsman. He was in the midst of cotton-picking and that afternoon I went to the field and, with a long sack about my waist, had my first experience in the cottonfield. We then would get ready for the revival occurring that night…

After the team had been fed and we had been to supper we put the mules to the wagon, filled it with chairs and we were off to the meeting. When we reached the locality it was about dark and the people were assembling. Their horses and wagons filled up the cleared spaces and the singing was already in progress. My uncle and his family went well up toward the front, but I dropped into a seat well to the rear. It was an old-fashioned Church, ancient in appearance, oblong in shape and unpretentious. It was situated in a grove about one hundred yards from the road. It was lighted with old tallow-dip candles furnished by the neighbors. It was not a prepossessing-looking place, but it was soon crowded and evidently there was a great deal of interest. A cadaverous-looking man stood up in front with a tuning fork and raised and led the songs. There were a few prayers and the minister came in with his saddlebags and entered the pulpit. He was the Rev. W. H. Heath, the circuit rider. His prayer impressed me with his earnestness and there were many amens to it in the audience. I do not remember his text, but it was a typical revival sermon, full of unction and power.

At its close he invited penitents to the altar and a great many young people flocked to it and bowed for prayer. Many of them became very much affected and they cried out distressingly for mercy. It had a strange effect on me. It made me nervous and I wanted to retire. Directly my uncle came back to me, put his arm around my shoulder and asked me if I did not want to be religious. I told him that I had always had that desire, that mother had brought me up that way, and really I did not know anything else. Then he wanted to know if I had ever professed religion. I hardly understood what he meant and did not answer him. He changed his question and asked me if I had ever been to the altar for prayer, and I answered him in the negative. Then he earnestly besought me to let him take me up to the altar and join the others in being prayed for. It really embarrassed me and I hardly knew what to say to him. He spoke to me of my mother and said that when she was a little girl she went to the altar and that Christ accepted her and she had been a good Christian all these years. That touched me in a tender spot, for mother always did do what was right; and then I was far away from her and wanted to see her. Oh, if she were there to tell me what to do!

By and by I yielded to his entreaty and he led forward to the altar. The minister took me by the hand and spoke tenderly to me as I knelt at the altar. I had gone more out of sympathy than conviction, and I did not know what to do after I bowed there. The others were praying aloud and now and then one would rise shoutingly happy and make the old building ring with his glad praise. It was a novel experience to me. I did not know what to pray for, neither did I know what to expect if I did pray. I spent the most of the hour wondering why I was there and what it all meant. No one explained anything to me. Once in awhile some good old brother or sister would pass my way, strike me on the back and tell me to look up and believe and the blessing would come. But that was not encouraging to me. In fact, it sounded like nonsense and the noise was distracting me. Even in my crude way of thinking I had an idea that religion was a sensible thing and that people ought to become religious intelligently and without all that hurrah. I presume that my ideas were the result of the Presbyterian training given to me by old grandfather. By and by my knees grew tired and the skin was nearly rubbed off my elbows. I thought the service never would close, and when it did conclude with the benediction I heaved a sigh of relief. That was my first experience at the mourner's bench.

As we drove home I did not have much to say, but I listened attentively to the conversation between my uncle and his wife. They were greatly impressed with the meeting, and they spoke first of this one and that one who had "come through" and what a change it would make in the community, as many of them were bad boys. As we were putting up the team my uncle spoke very encouragingly to me; he was delighted with the step I had taken and he pleaded with me not to turn back, but to press on until I found the pearl of great price. He knew my mother would be very happy over the start I had made. Before going to sleep I fell into a train of thought, though I was tired and exhausted. I wondered why I had gone to that altar and what I had gained by it. I felt no special conviction and had received no special impression, but then if my mother had started that way there must be something in it, for she always did what was right. I silently lifted my heart to God in prayer for conviction and guidance. I knew how to pray, for I had come up through prayer, but not the mourner's bench sort. So I determined to continue to attend the meeting and keep on going to the altar until I got religion.

Early the next morning I was up and in a serious frame of mind. I went with the other hands to the cottonfield and at noon I slipped off in the barn and prayed. But the more I thought of the way those young people were moved in the meeting and with what glad hearts they had shouted their praises to God the more it puzzled and confused me. I could not feel the conviction that they had and my heart did not feel melted and tender. I was callous and unmoved in feeling and my distress on account of sin was nothing like theirs. I did not understand my own state of mind and heart. It troubled me, for by this time I really wanted to have an experience like theirs.

When evening came I was ready for Church service and was glad to go. It required no urging. Another large crowd was present and the preacher was as earnest as ever. I did not give much heed to the sermon. In fact, I do not recall a word of it. I was anxious for him to conclude and give me a chance to go to the altar. I had gotten it into my head that there was some real virtue in the mourner's bench; and when the time came I was one of the first to prostrate myself before the altar in prayer. Many others did likewise. Two or three good people at intervals knelt by me and spoke encouragingly to me, but they did not help me. Their talks were mere exhortations to earnestness and faith, but there was no explanation of faith, neither was there any light thrown upon my mind and heart. I wrought myself up into tears and cries for help, but the whole situation was dark and I hardly knew why I cried, or what was the trouble with me. Now and then others would arise from the altar in an ecstasy of joy, but there was no joy for me. When the service closed I was discouraged and felt that maybe I was too hardhearted and the good Spirit could do nothing for me.

After we went home I tossed on the bed before going to sleep and wondered why God did not do for me what he had done for mother and what he was doing in that meeting for those young people at the altar. I could not understand it. But I resolved to keep on trying, and so dropped off to sleep. The next day I had about the same experience and at night saw no change in my condition. And so for several nights I repeated the same distressing experience. The meeting took on such interest that a day service was adopted along with the night exercises, and we attended that also. And one morning while I bowed at the altar in a very disturbed state of mind Brother Tyson, a good local preacher and the father of Rev. J. F. Tyson, now of the Central Conference, sat down by me and, putting his hand on my shoulder, said to me: "Now I want you to sit up awhile and let's talk this matter over quietly. I am sure that you are in earnest, for you have been coming to this altar night after night for several days. I want to ask you a few simple questions." And the following questions were asked and answered....
 
"My son, do you not love God?"
"I cannot remember when I did not love him."
"Do you believe on his Son, Jesus Christ?"
"I have always believed on Christ. My mother taught me that from my earliest recollection."
"Do you accept him as your Savior?"
"I certainly do, and have always done so."
"Can you think of any sin that is between you and the Savior?"
"No, sir; for I have never committed any bad sins."
"Do you love everybody?"
"Well, I love nearly everybody, but I have no ill-will toward any one. An old man did me a wrong not long ago and I acted ugly toward him, but I do not care to injure him."
"Can you forgive him?"
"Yes, if he wanted me to."
"But, down in your heart, can you wish him well?"
"Yes, sir; I can do that."

"Well, now let me say to you that if you love God, if you accept Jesus Christ as your Savior from sin and if you love your fellowmen and intend by God's help to lead a religious life, that's all there is to religion. In fact, that is all I know about it."

Then he repeated several passages of Scriptures to me proving his assertions. I thought a moment and said to him: "But I do not feel like these young people who have been getting religion night after night. I cannot get happy like them. I do not feel like shouting."

The good man looked at me and smiled and said: "Ah, that's your trouble. You have been trying to feel like them. Now you are not them; you are yourself. You have your own quiet disposition and you are not turned like them. They are excitable and blustery like they are. They give way to their feelings. That's all right, but feeling is not religion. Religion is faith and life. If you have violent feeling with it, all good and well, but if you have faith and not much feeling, why the feeling will take care of itself. To love God and accept Jesus Christ as your Savior, turning away from all sin, and living a godly life, is the substance of true religion."

That was new to me, yet it had been my state of mind from childhood. For I remembered that away back in my early life, when the old preacher held services in my grandmother's house one day and opened the door of the Church, I went forward and gave him my hand. He was to receive me into full membership at the end of six months' probation, but he let it pass out of his mind and failed to attend to it.

As I sat there that morning listening to the earnest exhortation of the good man my tears ceased, my distress left me, light broke in upon my mind, my heart grew joyous, and before I knew just what I was doing I was going all around shaking hands with everybody, and my confusion and darkness disappeared and a great burden rolled off my spirit. I felt exactly like I did when I was a little boy around my mother's knee when she told of Jesus and God and Heaven. It made my heart thrill then, and the same old experience returned to me in that old country Church that beautiful September morning down in old North Georgia.

I at once gave my name to the preacher for membership in the Church, and the following Sunday morning, along with many others, he received me into full membership in the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. It was one of the most delightful days in my recollection. It was the third Sunday in September, 1866, and those Church vows became a living principle in my heart and life. During these forty-five long years, with their alternations of sunshine and shadow, daylight and darkness, success and failure, rejoicing and weeping, fears within and fightings without, I have never ceased to thank God for that autumnal day in the long ago when my name was registered in the Lamb's Book of Life.
 
Rockytopva thank you for this beautiful story of faith. So many churches want you to come to the altar, but never explain that it is by faith, not by emotions that can be deceiving and temporal. It's a hearts desire to want to come to the Lord and from there we start our personal relationship with Him.
 
To evangelize is to bring good tidings...

1. Song service - As in George Beverly Shea
2. Preaching- As in Billy Graham
3. Altar Service - With the help of many councilors

True evangelicals have a passion to do just that.

Rocky,

Except the Altar Service has many counselors. Councilors are elected members of the local city or town council in Australia. Do you have them representing the people on the Councils in USA?

Oz
 
2. Preaching- As in Billy Graham
Preaching is most important, evangelists bring the gospel to people and bring them to the pastors meeting. The position of evangelist is the most important office in faith. Pastors cannot work if no one is in front of them, deacons, assistants etc are important. The most blessed people in heaven will be evangelists.
 
Preaching is most important, evangelists bring the gospel to people and bring them to the pastors meeting. The position of evangelist is the most important office in faith. Pastors cannot work if no one is in front of them, deacons, assistants etc are important. The most blessed people in heaven will be evangelists.
1Co 12:28 And God hath set some in the church, first apostles, secondarily prophets, thirdly teachers, after that miracles, then gifts of healings, helps, governments, diversities of tongues.

Each gift of the Spirit is as important as the other as all makes up the workings of the body of Christ with He being the head of the body.
 

Describing Evangelicals?​

A love for the Lord, a love for the bible, a love of worship and a love for other people that leads them to tell others about Jesus.

Without these they are not evangelical christians.

Who Me,

I would add that evangelicals have a high view of the authority of the Bible. I, an evangelical, believe in the inerrancy of Scripture in the original manuscripts. I do not believe in the inerrancy or authority of any translation.

Oz
 

I'm sorry for my not being clear. Original manuscripts or the autographa are common language in theology to refer to the MSS from the original apostles, prophets and writers of Scripture. Autographa is based on the Latin and means origin and history.

Oz
 
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Agreed !

I find it rather amazing that no DOCTRINAL issue is changed by some "mistakes" in the manuscripts that were used for our translations.

wondering,

I consider there is false teaching in these additions to Mk 16:9-10 (NIV): "16 Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. . . . 18 they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all;"

Oz
 
wondering,

I consider there is false teaching in these additions to Mk 16:9-10 (NIV): "16 Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned. . . . 18 they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all;"

Oz
Agreed about the snakes.
This was added by a cult type faction and I can't remember too much about it. There is such a cult even today.

Re the baptism instead...
The Early Fathers believed baptism was necessary for the forgiveness of sins.
Have you read them at all?
 
Good morning, wondering and OzSpen.

In post 9, Oz, you write:

‘I would add that evangelicals have a high view of the authority of the Bible. I, an evangelical, believe in the inerrancy of Scripture in the original manuscripts. I do not believe in the inerrancy or authority of any translation.’

And in post 14, you direct our attention to an article written in ‘Got Questions’; the question in this case being: ‘Does the inerrancy of the Bible only apply to the original manuscripts?’

The answer is given:

‘To be inerrant is to be free from error. Only the original autographs (the original manuscripts written by the apostles, prophets, etc.) are under the divine promise of inspiration and inerrancy. The books of the Bible, as they were originally written under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit were 100 percent inerrant, accurate, authoritative, and true. There is no biblical promise that copies of the original manuscripts would be equally inerrant or free from errors. As the Bible has been copied thousands of times over thousands of years, some copyist errors have likely occurred.’ (My emphasis).

To claim that only the autographs are free from error is a well-known strategy.

Robert M. Price writes:

‘Benjamin B. Warfield was the most famous exponent of this strategy: with one’s back against the wall, having no other escape at hand, the inerrantist should deduce that, with or without manuscript evidence, the original autograph copy, which does not survive, had a different reading, a factually correct one that would not embarrass inerrantism.’ (‘Holy Fable Volume 2: The Gospels and Acts Undistorted by Faith’; citing Archibald A. Hodge and Benjamin B. Warfield’s ‘Inspiration’).

Price goes on:

‘As brilliant as Warfield was, he seems somehow not to have noticed what an abyss he was opening up beneath the feet of his theological heirs: Warfield drove a wedge between the Bible we have, which might be erroneous at any and every point for all we can know, and the theoretical “original autographs” to which alone the doctrine of inerrancy may rightly apply. It is too bad we do not have that Bible!’

Oz, you echo Warfield:

‘I would add that evangelicals have a high view of the authority of the Bible. I, an evangelical, believe in the inerrancy of Scripture in the original manuscripts. I do not believe in the inerrancy or authority of any translation.’ (My emphasis).

As you say, Wondering, none of the autographs of the New Testament books (nor of the Old) survive.

Bart Ehrman writes:

‘I should emphasize that it is not simply a matter of scholarly speculation to say that the words of the New Testament were changed in the process of copying. We know that they were changed, because we can compare these 5,400 copies with one another. What is striking is that when we do so, we find that no two copies (except the smallest fragments) agree in all of their wording. There can be only one reason for this. The scribes who copied the texts changed them. Nobody knows for certain how often they changed them, because no one has been able yet to count all of the differences among the manuscripts. Some estimates put the number at around 200,000, others at around 300,000 or more. Perhaps it is simplest to express the figure in comparative terms: There are more differences among our manuscripts than there are words in the New Testament.’ (Lost Christianities – The Battle for Scripture and the Faith We Never Knew’; my emphasis).

He goes on:

‘Most changes are careless errors that are easily recognized and corrected. Christian scribes often made mistakes simply because they were tired or inattentive or, sometimes, inept. Indeed, the single most common mistake in our manuscripts involves “orthography,” significant for little more than showing that scribes in antiquity could spell no better than most of us can today.

‘In spite of the remarkable differences among our manuscripts, scholars are convinced that we can reconstruct the oldest form of the words of the New Testament with reasonable (though not 100 percent) accuracy.’ (My emphasis).

Norman L Geisler and William E. Nix agree. They write:

‘The New Testament, then, has not only survived in more manuscripts than any other book from antiquity, but it has survived in a purer form than any other great book – a form that is 99.5 percent pure.’ (‘A General Introduction to the Bible’; my emphasis).

In his ‘The Case Against The Case For Christ – A New Testament Scholar Refutes Lee Strobel’, Robert M. Price quotes the late Dr. John Beversluis:

‘Since there are thousands of surviving copies, we can study them and thus arrive at a “close approximation” to the originals. However, this seemingly authoritative explanation leaves the most important question unanswered. Since the autographa have not survived and nobody has laid eyes on them for 2,000 years, how could anybody possibly know what was in them — much less, which copies approximate most closely to them? Since there is nothing to which existing manuscripts can be compared, the very ideas of the original manuscripts and which manuscripts approximate most closely to them are useless ideas and should be abandoned. I can judge that a photo is a good likeness of you if and only if I have seen you and know what you look like. If I have not, then I am the last person on earth to ask. The situation is not improved by assuring me that there are thousands of photos of you. The fact is that I have never seen you, so ten million photos would not help.’ (Price is quoting Dr. Beversluis’ unpublished work: 'The Gospel According to Whom: A Non Believer Looks at the New Testament and its Contemporary Defenders'; my emphasis).

I’ve not been able to verify this quote; nevertheless, it makes a very good point.

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