CHAPTER 1
We Need Lightning Now!
Can it happen again?
āLEWIS DRUMMOND1
I will never forget the lightning which came into his voice.ā
These words were uttered by Alun Morgan of Caerfarchell, a man who experienced the Welsh Revival of 1904. The memory was voiced to friends in the 1930s, more than two decades after Morgan had heard Evan Roberts speak.
Yet Morgan had never forgotten the lightning that characterized Roberts in those years.2
When the revival bolt hit Evan Roberts, a church leader described the young man as āacting like a particle of radiumā or a āconsuming fire which took away sleep, cleared the channels of tears and sped the wheels of prayer throughout this district.ā3
Evan himself would never forget the spiritual bolt that struck him. A few weeks later he told W. T. Stead, a journalist, that it was āLiving Energy.ā It had āinvaded his soul, burst all bonds, and overwhelmed him.ā4
The lightning struck Roberts during a September 29, 1904, service conducted by Seth Joshua at Blaenannerch. The first meeting had been at seven that morning. During that session, Evan began to sense an āirresistible influenceā coming upon him as he heard Joshua pray, āBend me!ā
Evan had trundled the road from Newcastle Emlyn to Blaenannerch in a wagon with Joshua and a group of fellow students. All the way there Evan had felt confused, swinging from gloom to joy. But there was something in the āBend meā prayer that resonated deeply within him.
After that early meeting and before the next, which would be at 9:00 a.m., Evan and his friends and Joshua breakfasted at the home of Pastor M. P. Morgan. Later, journeying to the chapel, Joshua spoke suddenly: āWe are going to have a wonderful meeting here today.ā Evan answered, āI am just bursting!ā
During the 9:00 a.m. service, Evan sat in a pew off to the side with friends from Newquay. Evan was struggling. He remembered that a little earlier, at breakfast, Magdalen Phillips had passed him bread and butter, and he had refused it. As he had watched Joshua receive the same food, a thought sliced into Evanās psyche: What if God offers His Spirit, and I am not ready to receive Him, and others are ready to accept Him were they offered?5
This angst stirred in Evan as he sat in the Blaenannerch chapel. It was so evident that two ministers took note of the anguished young man and concluded he was neurotic.
But the ground of Evanās soul was experiencing the buildup of the charge. Within moments the revival lightning struck him.
At the start of the meeting, many were praying.
āShall I pray now?ā Evan asked the Lord.
āNo,ā he sensed the Holy Spirit saying.
Evan obeyed and sat in silence. In that interval the charge continued to intensify in his spirit and soul. The cloud of Godās manifest presence seemed to hover over him. Finally, as Evan waited and others around him prayed, he felt the āliving energy.ā He trembled as the energy built up within him.
āShall I pray now?ā Evan asked the Holy Spirit. He felt that he would explode if he didnāt speak out in prayer. Evan then entered into the āBend meā prayer, and the lightning struck with intensity. Later he described it:
In a short time the humble youth, a gangly former coal miner, would-be blacksmith, and student preparing for seminary would be regarded as the leader of the 1904 Revival and remembered that way by history. Lightning is thus an apt metaphor for spiritual revival. When the Holy Spiritās power strikes, the flesh is seared through conviction and experiences ādeath,ā while the face is turned toward heaven, from whence came the bolt.
āThe revival would usually come suddenly, and people could name the day and the hour that this happened,ā wrote Welsh historian R. Tudur Jones. They would use descriptive terms like āas the floodgates openedā or āthe fire came downā or āthe baptism happened.ā7 Suddenly was a much-used word by those who would be touched by the revival.
Sometimes it takes a bolt of lightning to get our attention. In our time we have come to the point that we must have revival as dramatic, searing, and life-giving as that bolt that singed Martin Lutherās soul and sent his body diving to the ground.
All other solutions have failed us. We must have the bolt of revival or perish. We must have the bolt of revival as a precursor to our Lordās return. And when I say we need revival, and that there is little hope in anything else, I feel both the words and the urgency.
I am not alone.
FRAYING SOCIETY
In a New York Times article, Roger Cohen put our situation into stark perspective. He imagined a future conversation about the grim situations of the present: āIt was the time of unraveling . . . beheadings . . . aggression . . . breakup . . . weakness . . . hatred . . . fever . . . disorientation.ā Cohen explained:
This āgreat unravelingā is a result of our soul being sick because it is broken. When Adam and Eve rebelled, evil sundered the soul from the spirit. We are fragmented beings. The spirit died to God, and there was nothing transcendent to guide thoughts, emotions, choices, and thus the deeds done in the body.
This can no longer be dismissed as the outmoded thinking of religious fanatics. The madness around us is proof.
Can we not see it? How blind can we be?
Revival returns God to the human spirit through the Holy Spirit, whose fruit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Gal. 5:22ā23). Whatās wrong with that? āPlenty,ā say elitist establishments who have given us all the other balms and plans and theories that are supposed to heal us but only make us sicker.
Revival links the Spirit-indwelt human spirit with the soul once again, as in the days when Eden was called Paradise.
Before that, it was a tohubohuāformless and void, chaotic and barren. Then the Holy Spirit brooded over the face of the deep and Paradise emerged. Revival, as we will see, is the Holy Spirit brooding over us again, nurturing true life, connecting us to God, enabling us to experience at least a touch of the paradise that will come again at the coming again of the creative Logos without whom nothing was made that was made: the Lord Jesus Christ.
THE STAKES ARE HIGHER NOW
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