The Secret Behind the Revival
When Dwight L. Moody visited London, a minister invited him to preach for him the next morning and night. Mr. Moody said, "When the time came I began to speak to them it seemed the hardest talking I ever did." He wished he had not promised to speak again at night.
At night he was having a hard time again. He could see response in their faces. But about half-way through his talk, "The people's faces changed. It impressed me so that when I finished speaking I gave the invitation for those who wanted to be Christians to rise. I thought there might be a few. To my immense surprise the people got up in groups."
Mr. Moody thought they had misunderstood and explained again that he was only inviting those who wanted to be Christians.
The people came crowding, filling all available space. Mr. Moody talked again a few minutes, and then asked those who would be Christians to rise. This time he knew he had made his meaning clear. They got up in clumps, in groups, by fifties!
Then the minister said to Mr. Moody, "What'll I do with these people? I don't know what to do; this is something new."
Moody said, "Well, I'd announce a meeting for tomorrow night, and Tuesday night." After that Mr. Moody was going across the channel to Dublin."
He had barely stepped off the boat when a cablegram was handed him from the minister saying, "Come back at once. Church packed."
He went back and stayed ten days. Four hundred were added to that church and every church near by felt the impact of those ten days.
Now what was the explanation of that marvelous revival? A church member was sick and unable to leave her bed. God led her to pray for her church.
Sundays, after church service, the sick woman would ask, "Any special interest in church today?"
"No," was the constant reply.
But one Sunday noon the sister came in from service and said, "A stranger from America preached today. I think his name was Moody."
The sick woman's lip trembled a bit, and she quietly said: "I know what that means. There's something coming to the old church. Don't bring me any dinner. I must spend this afternoon in prayer."
Nearly two years before she had read an article by Mr. Moody and her heart burned. God led her to pray that God would send that man into their church in London. No one knew of it but herself and God.
Behind the consecrated Moody, was that woman's praying. Yet we do not know her name.
Thank You, Lord, for those who perform the all-important secret service of Spirit-led praying.
"I urge you, brothers, by our Lord Jesus Christ and by the love of the Spirit, to join me in my struggle by praying to God for me" (Romans 15:13).