Richard Weaver's life story

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'Richard Weaver's

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Preface

,HEN I looked through the materials entrusted to me, I was greatly delighted at >}^f* the discovery that it would be possible for <5[0 r* me t° allow Weaver himself, in his own way, to tell the larger part of his life-story. I noticed, however, that if I adopted that plan, it would take me over the same ground that Mr. E. C. Morgan, of The Christian, has travelled over in his " Life of Richard Weaver." But I must either do that, or issue a Life that was rather a supplement to Mr. Morgan's than an attempt at a complete Life. I resolved to aim at completeness ; and I therefore proceeded as if there were no account of Weaver's wonderful life already in the field. I have done this with Mr. Morgan's consent and approval.

When dealing with Weaver's account, I have kept to his words and style as rigidly as possible. Sometimes I have altered the form of the expression, but I have iv preface.

never allowed myself to make any alteration of the thing expressed. The division into chapters and the headings are my own.

I am largely indebted to the proprietors of The Christian for permission to use the notices of Weaver's missions, that are strewn in such abundance throughout the pages of their God-fearing journal ; also for many valuable suggestions regarding the use of the material entrusted to me.

I must also express my great indebtedness to the family of the late evangelist, for furnishing me so liberally with the material necessary for an accurate account of their honoured relative's life, and also for aiding me in every way possible in the enquiries that I had to make. I am heartily at one with Mr. Weaver's widow in the desire expressed in one of her letters regarding this work : — " I am anxious for the account of my dear husband's life-work to be a means of great and eternal blessing to many souls."

That God will make it such is my earnest prayer.

JAMES PATERSON.

Introduction

ANY of God's people remember the great Revival in the United States, in 1856, when a financial panic was the means of bringing thousands to prayer, and through prayer to faith in Christ. This wave of spiritual life reached Ireland and England in 1859. The years which followed were marked by a spiritual power the like of which multitudes of Christians are longing again to see.

But even earlier than 1856 a work of the same kind was in progress in the Midland Counties, of which Richard Weaver, though not the originator, was the most prominent of the working-men preachers. He did not come to London until 1860. I very soon made his acquaintance ; and, from that time until God called him from service on earth to rest in heaven, we were fast friends, without a break ; and, when I came to know his wife, I perceived that God had given him a helpmeet for him, to whose quiet and prayerful influence much of the blessing which attended him was due.

Richard was a man of a childlike spirit. Few could so readily or so deeply touch the springs of sympathy in other souls. He Knew the sorrows of the poor ; the temptations and trials peculiar to the working classes ; the troubles as well as the delights of little children : and his audiences responded to his touch with tears of penitence, and smiles, and songs of joy.

His perceptive faculties were very keen. Nothing escaped his notice, and his discourses were illustrated by everything he saw. He had no secrets, and the utmost confidence and sympathy were established between him and his hearers before he had got through his introductory remarks.

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We know, on the Highest Authority, that a prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and yet there may be exceptions even to this rule. Alike in his unconverted days, when his mates surnamed him " Undaunted Dick " ; in the early days of his conversion, while still in the coal-pit ; when called thence to he a preacher to thousands out of doors and in ; and when sorely smitten by the archers and for a while "dropped," as he has said, by some who had surrounded him in his days of sunshine, he was subsequently, as well as previously to this, always respected and beloved at home. He might truly have said, " I dwell among mine own people." They knew him best, and whenever he preached they thronged to hear him.

He was a man of like passions with Elijah and ourselves, but he was true to God and true to his Gospel ; and few men, if any, more simply expounded the Word as the truth is in Jesus. I have loved few men as I loved Richard Weaver, and I hope soon to sing with him in the glory-land of which he often spoke— the hymn which, when I first heard him sing it, thrilled me as no other has done before or since :

My heart is fixed, Eternal God,

Fixed on Thee ; And rny immortal choice is made —

Christ for me I He is my Prophet, Priest, and King, Who did for me salvation bring, And while I've breath I mean to sing

Christ for me !

He never attempted to fathom the mysteries of God. His gift was that of an evangelist, and most faithfully he ministered the gift imparted to him. Sin and its consequences here and its penalties hereafter ; justification by grace, by blood, by faith, by works ; Christ the end of the law for righteousness to every one that beiieveth — in a word, Jesus Christ and Him crucified : this He preached with luminous clearness, and thousands were brought into the Kingdom of God. There are probably no places where he preached where some of them may not still be found.

B. 0. Morgan.

Contents

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I. Personal Reminiscences 9

IX. Early Years 29

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jlCHARD WEAVER was nearly "made" before I knew him. At the time of my introduction to him he was sixty and five years of age. Forty years had passed since the day on which he discovered that the attempt to be a self-made man was sure to end in his becoming a self-ruvned man. In order that he might become a 6od-made man, he put himself into the hands of the Maker of Israel ; and for those forty years the Heavenly Potter had been working at that vessel. A few more touches, and the vessel would be finished.

It was while those finishing touches were being given that I was accorded the privilege of intimate friendship with the veteran evangelist. Knowing him only thus, I was delivered from the temptation warned against in the proverb: "Fools and bairns should never see things half made." It was far beyond that stage with Richard Weaver before Providence allowed me to make his acquaintance. The vision that I have of him is to ftetsoital UsmitrisretitES.

therefore more likely to be correct than it would have been had I received my first impressions of him while he was at a stage in which he could be looked upon as only half-made.

My introduction to him was brought about in the following way. In the course of visitation as minister of the English Presbyterian Church in Belgravia, London, I called one evening on a friend, who pressed me hard to go and hear Eichard Weaver preach the Gospel in Pimlico Kooms. I imagined I could not spare the time. In addition, although I had no personal knowledge of the evangelist, I had somewhat of a prejudice against him. But my friend would not be put off, and at last, for the sake of peace, I consented to go.

In attending that meeting I had no other motive than that of pleasing an earthly friend. I came away from that meeting wishing I were a better man and a more faithful minister. On that evening I had irrefragable proof that God was with the aged evangelist. Without any pressing I returned on the following evening. My impression that God was co-working with the evangelist was confirmed. What I felt, heard, and saw, reminded me of the record of those who preached the Lord Jesus in Antioch : " The hand of the Lord was with them, and a great number believed and turned to the Lord."

I sought an introduction to the honoured worker. I begged him to come and preach to us in Belgrave. He consented. After he had preached, our Session appealed to him to conduct an evangelistic mission in our church. He was able to give us ten days. The more I saw of him, the higher became my esteem, and the stronger

became my affection for him. In mental grit he was far above the average. He was also an orator of the first water. Indeed, he was what is called " a born genius." But though the attraction of his natural gifts was great, he had a far greater. He was of the race of whom the Prophet was speaking when he said : "Nations that knew not thee shall run unto thee, because of the Lord thy God, and for the Holy One of Israel ; for He hath glorified thee."

The managers of the mission in Pimlico Eooms told me that Weaver had left the matter of remuneration entirely in their own hands. It was so in his dealings with us also. For many years he had been in such an enfeebled state of health that he was quite unable to work for more than two or three months out of the twelve. His income was, therefore, exceedingly uncertain.

From the time that he left his work in the coal-pit he looked on (rod as his Paymaster. In the coal-pit he was able to count on a steady £3 per week. It was not so as an evangelist. Like Paul, he was allowed to know what it was to abound ; he also knew what it was to suffer want. He, too, had his wilderness temptation of hunger. On one occasion, while being used of the Holy Spirit to sway men God-ward, as few have swayed them, his food for four days was a turnip, begged from the farmer in the field. That did not sorely vex him ; but when weeping children pleaded with him to give them breakfast first and read the Bible afterwards, and there was no breakfast to give them, then was his heart torn. Still, he retained his integrity. He looked on the suggestion to conduct no mission, save when there was n personal Huntttiacestrea.

a formal bargain about remuneration, as a temptation of Satan. God gave him grace to resist it to the end. He trusted God. He trusted man. Thus, his preaching of the glorious Gospel was not marred by unseemly hagglings, behind the scenes, over money. In this respect we found him a delightful man to deal with.

In another respect, also, he stood the testing well. He was a delightful man to live with. During those ten days when he preached to us in London, he was unable, on account of the distance, in bis enfeebled state of health, to stay in our home. He, therefore, accepted the hospitality of a friend who lived near the church. That friend was never weary of telling me what a treasure Richard Weaver was in the home. It was with the evangelist's presence as it was with the presence of the Ark of God in the house of Obed-edom. So my friend testified. To his testimony on that point I am now able to add my owd. Since coming to Glasgow we have twice had Richard Weaver's help — on each occasion for a fortnight. He stayed on these occasions in our home. It was then I was taken behind the scenes, and had revealed to me the secret of the evangelist's gracious life.

He was a great sufferer. For this discovery I was scarcely prepared. His face seemed aglow with health. He had a bright and cheery manner. In the pulpit there was such an exhibition of physical vigour, that no one who had not lived with him was prepared for the night-long sleepless suffering and the day-long prostration that combined to make his life a living martyrdom. With an energy almost superhuman, while in the pulpit, he hurled himself against the pillars of the temple of Nineteenth Century Indifference. So long as there

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were anxious ones to speak a word of guidance and of comfort to, his vigour held out. Then came the collapse. It was " home " to change the garments soaked with sweat until they seemed as if they had been dragged through a river. It was "home" to moan, " My head, my head," and to plead with God to give him the luxury of sleep : " If only for five minutes, Lord, do let me have it."

Again and again, while the hour of meeting drew on, the consciousness of weakness was so great, that he begged of me to free him from the address. I would, thereupon, promise to give the address myself, provided he would accompany me to the pulpit, and obviate any feeling of disappointment on the part of the audience, by telling them himself of his weakness, and speaking for not more than five minutes. And he would agree to do that ; and I would conduct the earlier part of the meeting. Then he would rise with an honest intention of speaking for five minutes only : and the weakness would be forgotten ; and the pleading with men to be reconciled to God would continue, till the five minutes had become fifty, and neither speaker nor audience seemed aware that the time had fled. It was on these very occasions that there seemed to be a larger measure of the power from on high. He too might have said : " When I am weak, then am I strong."

But though a great sufferer, he had a wonderful knack of burying his sorrow. He had nothing of cynicism or moroseness, or of morbid unhealthiness of disposition. Our children all loved him. Their eyes brightened whenever he entered the parlour. They knew that he did not despise little ones. No one in the house was i4 $ersottsl ^teminmettres.

more ready for fun with them than he was. In one of his poems, Whittier tells how

The Thebaid lost its holiest saint arid found a man.

We are somewhat doubtful of the saint who is not a man. And we are also somewhat doubtful of the man who is not a saint. In New Testament story the Perfect Saint is a Perfect Man. He is an absolute stranger to anything savouring of sanctimonious censoriousDess. He left that to the Pharisees. Richard Weaver made Jesus his example in that respect also ; and the children soon found out where the honey was. And his attention to them had its reward in their attachment to him. Knowing as I did how much suffering he was enduring, his cheery notice of the children was to me a perpetual miracle of grace. His life was fragrant with something of the fragrance that was about the life of Him of whom it is testified : " His garments smelled of aloes, and of cassia, and of myrrh."

After once getting him to lead in prayer at family worship, I never again, while he was with us, led in prayer myself. While he prayed, life was changed — what Isaiah describes as " mounting up with wings as eagles" was ezperienced. Nor did the blessing end there. When we rose from our knees a holier atmosphere pervaded the house. It was the consciousness of the nearness of God that did it — that morning by morning uplifting of the heart of this righteous man was the means made use of by the Shepherd of Israel to lead me for the time being to the heavenly side of life. The day began with visions of the King in his

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beauty, and with glimpses of the land that is usually " far, far away." I knew what it was that Bunyan clothed in picture form, when he described how it fared with the Pilgrims while they were with the shepherds on the Delectable Mountains. Even now as I write I look back on the cloud-darkened hills of memory, and see these " moments on the mount " as green and sunny patches on the shadow-covered slopes. And well I know that their brightness comes from the Sun of Eighteousness.

And when the calls of duty had been attended to, and we were free to gather around the fire, we knew no greater joy than that of listening to the veteran warrior's description of some of the stirring scenes that lay so thickly bestrewn in his own past. None of his tales were second-hand. What his own hands had handled of the word of life, that he declared. His pictures were always vivid. As a word-painter he was a master-artist. He had a wonderful gift of narration. With such material to draw from, and with such a recounter, it is scarcely matter for wonder that while he talked with us our hearts burned within us.

In his fireside conversation his theme was the same that it was in his pulpit conversation. He never became tired of telling of the doings of the Lord Jesus. We listened; we pondered; then somehow there arose before our minds the inspired evangelist's description of the doings of the God-Man of Nazareth. According to the sacred writer, the crowd around Him looked on with open-eyed amazement, and when the evening came they went to their homes to say : " We have seen strange things to-day." It was borne in on us

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with irresistible cogency that the name of the Christ who had been working in and through Richard Weaver, was Wonderful. Is not this the Christ of the New Testament writers ?

And when we went out with the aged pilgrim, the wonders continued. We scarcely ever went into the city without being intercepted by strangers who were evidently pleased to have an opportunity of confessing that they had been " converted under Richard Weaver." I was amazed at the frequency of the recurrence of scenes that had the following outline : —

Stranger (looking hard at evangelist) asks : " Ar'n't you Richard Weaver ? "

R. W. "Yes."

S. " I was converted under your preaching thirty years ago."

The variant in the incident was the number of years. In some cases it was thirty-five, in some thirty, in others twenty-five, and in others ten. The number of strangers who intercepted and spoke thus to the evangelist was very large. By-and-by I began to be aware of the fact that all who spoke thus had the glow of health on the cheek and a good coat on the back, Conversion under Richard Weaver had evidently been good for the life that now is, as well as a means of removing unworthy anxiety with regard to the life that is to come. He had cast his bread on the waters, and was now reaping an abundant harvest therefrom.

Is there other field on which man may sow with the same certainty of such a blessed increase? We are not of those who think the higher critics of no use fjijjfrer dtritirs atttr (BbangEltsts. 17

whatever. As hewers of wood and drawers of water they have their place in the sanctuary. But theirs is not a work that lies so near to the centre of things as the work of the evangelist. We have a dim suspicion that in this world of appearances the evangelist is not credited with the gift of wisdom. He may get a reputation for earnestness and for zeal ; few seem to be aware of his great wisdom.

After seeing the reaping that rewarded the sower who sowed in that part of the field where evangelists sow, we are inclined to believe that there is no wise Christian who is not an evangelist. In the Christian world of our day it is the men who concern themselves with literary questions regarding the Bible that have the reputation of being men of knowledge and of penetration. The man who takes the Bible as the Sword of the Spirit, and goes forth with that heaven-forged weapon to assail the foes of his fellows, is looked on as a sort of "lighfcweight " in the conflict of heaven with earth. Is not such a view of evangelists a judgment according to appearances rather than a righteous judgment?

We can never forget a vision that was given us one day in Dr. Parker's City Temple. The Doctor's text was : " Things wherewith we may edify one another." In the course of his address he called attention to the wisdom of the evangelist. Making use of the devotee of the higher criticism as a foil, he startled us with the following picture: "The day of revelation has at length arrived. Higher critic and evangelist, each comes bringing his sheaves with him. We ask the higher critic to give us the result of his labours. He produces ' These generally accepted theories,' and ' These tentative i8 ^mortal JteminiBrfittteS.

suggestions.' We turn to the evangelist. He leads in ' The drunkard reclaimed, the sin-blinded illumined, the weary rested, and the savage made a gentleman.'" We looked at the contrast result, and felt there was a simpleton somewhere, and it was not the evangelist. Hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world ?

As I kept company with Richard Weaver and saw the outcome of evangelistic work, I too heard a voice from heaven, saying, " He that winneth souls is wise." When the Word of God is allowed to become man's critic, it makes wise the simpleton. When man becomes a critic of the Word of God, he is punished by being made a glorious fool.

As we think of these things we are reminded that it was an evangelist — John McNeill — who called our attention to the bearing of that word from the bush: " Draw not nigh hither : put off thy shoes from off thy feet." He asked what would have' happened if Moses had paid no attention to the call for reverence. " Had he said to himself, 'I must, in the name of a frank and fearless criticism, go forward and take that bush up by the roots and look into the matter,' and gone forward to do so, the fire would either have withdrawn, or it would have put out his eyes." Such is McNeill's explanation of the visionless and blinded among the so-called higher critics.

And Richard Weaver was faithful as well as wise. He was kind-hearted as a friend. He was exceedingly -willing to oblige in every way possible all who sought his company. But he would not allow his personal friendships to interfere with his work as an evangelist.

He looked on the hour of the meeting as an opportunity to be taken full advantage of. It was an opportunity that was much too precious to be treated to anything less than his best. He was therefore most conscientious in preparing for it. No matter how fascinating the after-dinner conversation; no matter how far the friend had come (and they came from as far as Dundee) — he ever kept the afternoon hours sacred for the work of preparation. He retired to his room. In meditation over his Bible and in prayer he waited upon God. Were not these hours with God the explanation of the way in which, night after night, he came forth anointed with the oil of freshness ?

His preparation was not confined to the intellectual part of his being. It was a preparation of the whole man — body, soul, and spirit. In the pulpit it was Eichard Weaver at his best. But it still was Eichard Weaver. It was not another man that he kept to put on as a mask when he went into the sacred rostrum. A great teacher has said that so long as a speaker is conscious of a difference between the floor of the pulpit and the floor of the parlour he is not a preacher. What Eichard Weaver was in the parlour that he dared to be in the pulpit. At a Debating Society of which I was a member, the subject one evening was: "The Pulpit and the Press," One of the members was trying to say a good word f&r the pulpit. Like a wise pleader he began by admitting that it laboured under certain disadvantages. Amongst these was the following (I give it in the words of the debater) : " We send our young men to college to learn Divinity ; and I'll be bound they do learn it. At any rate, you need a ao fJeranttal flcmttttereiues.

microscope if you wish to find humanity in them after they come out."

Richard Weaver was not of the class that the debater described. He for one did not allow his Divinity to swamp his humanity. From the music of his style the falsetto note was absent. In thorough-going earnests ness he had few equals. His visions of life were such, that to those who were outside he cried: "Flee from the wrath to come." But his vision of his Saviour was such, that to those who were withih he cried : " Serve -God with mirth." He believed that God was his Maker. He credited God with all his gifts. He found himself the possessor of a large gift of humour : he believed that God was the Giver of that gift also. He believed in the holiness of a smile as well as in the holiness of a tear. He did not forbid the kitten to play with her tail ; or the dewdrop to sparkle in the morning sunshine ; or the flower to open its lips and smile on the pathway of man, the favoured child of God : and he saw no reason why he should carefully wipe away the honey from the edges of the gospel-cup of healing. He ignored that tradition of the elders.

He believed that holiness was wholeness. He knew that it was only when the right hand caused to stumble that it was to be cut off. He knew that unnatural, artificial, and manufactured solemnity had laid down far more stumbling-blocks than it had ever removed. He scorned, when standing as a witness to Him who is Truth and Eeality, to give an impression of smilelessness when the smile was in his heart. He had honesty enough to believe that such inhabitants as God had placed in the heart might be permitted to show

themselves at the windows. And he went " ahead on his Master's errand, turning not aside for a smile any more than he turned aside for a tear."

In the subject matter of his preaching he put first things first. Christened as an infant in the Church of England, confirmed also there, before Gospel light had visited his heart, it was inevitable that when the light came there should be a recoil from a ceremonialism that in his case had been devoid of meaning; and on the matter of baptism there was a recoil. And he was honest. He sought baptism at the hands of the late C. H. Spurgeon ; and right joyously was it accorded. But he refused to give the ceremony anything save a secondary place. Because of this he was sometimes pestered by a class of men, who, on the matter of baptism, are arch-ritualists, and do not know it. He had his own method of dealing with such pesterers.

While he was holding a mission in Glasgow, he received an anonymous letter charging him with want of faithfulness, inasmuch as he himself was an immersed believer, and was not preaching it. Weaver read the letter to the audience and intimated that he would deal with the matter on the following evening. An eager, expectant crowd gathered for the controversy. Weaver gave out the text : " Christ sent me not to baptize, but to preach the Gospel " ; and he preached the Gospel. Thus he bluntly refused to allow a ceremony of even Christ's appointing to become a red herring drawn across the trail of the hunter for souls. Laying wait for souls as one that had to give in an account, he shrank from " strifes of words, whereof cometh envy, strife, railings, evil surmisings." He feared controversies, aa ^Personal Hemintscenaa.

that, in his experience of life, had done more for the subversion of the hearers than for their conversion.

It was quite in keeping with this settled principle that he closed his sermon on " the precious blood," with a dream which those of us who heard his telling of it can never forget. " I dreamt I was at the gate of heaven, and saw the candidates come seeking admission. The first knocked : a voice asked,

" ' Who are you ? '

" ' A member of the Established Church.'

" < Stand back 1 '

"Another came and knocked.

" ' Who are you ? '

" ' A member of the Free Church/

" ' Stand back ! '

" Another came and knocked.