Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
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and the possessor of an unusually large vocabulary. Some one suggested that Dr. Trimble go on with<br />
the service. He did so, and made an off-hand address on the "Rise and History of Methodism."<br />
A Peculiar Temptation<br />
During all the time that Brother <strong>Bresee</strong> was Presiding Elder of the Winterset District, he was<br />
passing through an awful experience along the line of doubt. To use his own words: "I had a big load<br />
of carnality on hand always, but it had taken the form of anger, and pride, and worldly ambition. At<br />
last, however, it took the form of doubt. It seemed as though I doubted everything. I thought it was<br />
intellectual, and undertook to answer it. I thought that probably I had gone into the ministry so early<br />
in life, that I had never answered the great questions of being, and of God, and of destiny and sin and<br />
the atonement, and I undertook to answer these great questions. I studied hard to so answer them as<br />
to settle the problems which filled my mind with doubt. Over and over again, I suppose a thousand<br />
times, I built and rebuilt the system of faith, and laid the foundation of revelation, the atonement, the<br />
new birth, destiny, and all that, and tried to assure myself of their truth; I would build a pyramid, and<br />
walk a bout it and say: 'It is so. I know it is so. It is in accord with revelation. It is in accord with my<br />
intuitions. It is in accord with history and human experience. It is so, and I do not question it.' And<br />
I would not get through the assertions of my certainty, before the Devil or something else, would say,<br />
'Suppose it isn't so, after all?' And my doubts would not be any nearer settled than they were before."<br />
Appointed To Chariton<br />
<strong>In</strong> the fall of 1866, Brother and Sister <strong>Bresee</strong> went to Chariton, the county seat of Lucas county.<br />
It was a pretty little city of about 3,000 inhabitants. The Methodist church was the strong church of<br />
the town, having a good congregation, with some wealth, and a considerable degree of worldliness.<br />
Brother <strong>Bresee</strong>, in narrating this chapter in his career, says that he kept about a quarter of the<br />
congregation angry at him all the time, but not the same quarter, as they took turns. He did this by<br />
preaching to them about their worldliness and needs, and, to put it in his words, "They seemed<br />
peculiarly adapted to not liking it very well." One dear sister said, "He will never get me mad," and<br />
the very next Sunday she went home feeling very much offended. He preached to them one morning<br />
on their idolatry, and told them that they were worshiping the world, and were without God. At the<br />
classmeeting which followed this service, the local preacher, who had been a traveling preacher, but<br />
was broken down in health, said that it was very difficult for him to have things properly adjusted;<br />
that whatever he did, he did with all his might; and when he went to college, he studied with all his<br />
might; and when he preached, he preached with all his might; and now that he was a farmer he<br />
farmed with all his might. He concluded his remarks by saying: "If I don't get to heaven, I will be the<br />
worst disappointed fellow you ever saw."<br />
Is Sanctified<br />
Winter came on and they were in the midst of a protracted meeting, but the terrible doubt which<br />
tortured Brother <strong>Bresee</strong> during his Presiding Eldership, continued to plague him. To again quote his<br />
words: "There came one of those awful, snowy, windy nights, such as blow across the Western plains<br />
occasionally, with the thermometer twenty degrees below zero. Not many were out to church that<br />
night. I tried to preach a little, the best I could. I tried to rally the people to the altar, the few that were