Marietta daily leader. (Marietta, Ohio) 1895-1906, 1899-12-24
Stories Of Moody.
Indianapolis News.

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Mr. Moody and Ira D. Sankey met for
the first time in this city in 1872, and
that their partnership arrangement
which continued so many years, was
made while there were here. William
H. Hay who was president of the Y.
NJ. C. A. in this city in 1s66|67'6S, in
giving his recollection of Mr. Moody
said:
"In 1868, my brother, the late Rev.
Lawrence Gano Hay, and some others,
whose names l do not now recall, went
as a committee to Chicago. We had
heard of Mr.. Moody and they went to
the meeting he was conducting there.
On their return the committee, in re-
porting to the association, were en-
thusiastic beyond measure. They had
seen the great work that Moody was
doing in Chicago and the wonderful
power that he had to move men. An
arrangement was made to have him
come to Indianapolis.
"He came and awakened this city to
gospel work as 1t had never been
awakened before. One cf his meetings
held here was, / think, the greatest
event that ever took place in this city
This was a children's meeting, held in
the Sangerfest hall, in the court house
yard facing Washington street This
was large frame structure, made tc
accommodate the German singing so
cietles at their great annual meeting oi
that year. Mr.. Moody spoke to 5000
children. 1t was a wonderful talk
such a talk as l then thought that nc
other man on earth could have made.
"Mr. Moody could make simple
story--a story that if told by almos
any other person, would be weak, fla
and ldiculous-beautiful and effective
l remember one Of this character.
thought it choice story as he told it
but it will not appear so as l tell it
Mr. Moody carried it off with fire ant
enthusiasm, the simplicity and earnest
ness of a man filled with the spirit o.
the Master. He said that half-witteC
fellow in London had felt that he mus
do something for Christ. He did no
know exactly what to do nor how to di
it, but after much thinking a feeble
light came into his mind and he STOOD
on the street corners in crowded Lon
don repeating over and over agair
the words L am a poor sinner ant
nothing at ALL Jesus Christ is my Saw
iour, my all in ALL
Mr.. Moody, commenting on this
said that this simpleton, standing on
the streets of London, repeating these
words, had attracted great attention
and had, perhaps, sent as many per-
sons to his meetings in that city as any
other agency that had been employed
"Mr. Moody and Mr. Sankey, the
singing evangelist, met here at the Ma
tional Y. NJ. G. A. convention, held in
1921 think, in the old Academy OF
Music, at the southeast corner of Ohio
and Illinois streets. This was their
first meeting. Mr.. Moody was attract
ed by Mr.. Sankey's singing, which he
recognized as being exactly the right
quality for gospel meetings, and would
bea powerful adjunct to his preach
ing
can arrangement was made between
them to Join forces, and they soon af-
terward entered upon a work together
that continued until few years ago
both names becoming as familiar as
household words, not only all over this
country, but wherever the English LAM
guage is spoken"
Speaking of Mr.. Moody" said an
other reminiscent, II recall a meeting
held by him here many years ago in
the First Baptist church. His subject
was The Sowing and the Reaping,
The church was packed with people,
In one of his illustrations he pictured
a railroad train, filled with people;
speeding through the night-an ex-
press train, going at the rate of near
ly a mile a minute. The passengers
are going home-husbands to tointheir
wives and families, young women and
young men returning from school to
spend the holidays.
"On, on, rushes the engine, the great
headlight flashing through the night.
The keen eyes of the engineer are
scanning the track, his strong hand is
on the lever and the passengers are
counting with pleasure the rapidly
vanishing miles that lie between them
and their homes. But there is danger
ahead. There has been a wash-out, a
bridge has been carried away, and this
rain, laden with expectant humanity,
is going to destruction But no. The
trackman, the number man, whose
duty it is to watch the track, and see
that the road is one of safety, has dis
covered that the bridge has been wash
ed away.
1T is a night of pitiless rain. He
hastens down the track with his Ian
tern to signal the train. He hears II
coming and in a moment it will be at
the bridge. He runs forward to meet
the train. He stumbles and falls. His
light goes out. The train Is uDon himl