The Woman Who Interceded for D. L. Moody

In his book, "Power through Prayer", the Rev E. M. Bounds tells a remarkable story. I take the liberty of re-telling this, and at the same time to commend Mr. Bounds' thrilling book to all my readers. On page 148 he writes, "When D. L. Moody's church in Chicago lay in ashes, he went over to England, not to preach, but to listen to others preach, while his new church was being built. One Sunday morning he was prevailed upon to preach in a London pulpit. But somehow the spiritual atmosphere was lacking. He confessed afterward that he never had such a hard time preaching in his life. Everything was perfectly dead, and, as he vainly tried to preach, he said to himself, "What a fool I was to consent to preach. I came here to listen, and here I am preaching." Then the awful thought came to him that he had to preach again that night, and only the fact that he had given the promise to do so, kept him faithful to the engagement. But when Mr. Moody entered the pulpit at night, and faced the crowded congregation, he was conscious of a new atmosphere. "The powers of an unseen world seemed to have fallen on the audience". As he drew toward the close of his sermon he became emboldened to give out an invitation, and as he concluded, said, "If there is a man or woman here who will tonight accept Jesus Christ, please stand up." At once about 500 people rose to their feet. Thinking that there must be some mistake, he asked the people to be seated, and then, in order that there could be no possible misunderstanding, repeated the invitation, couching it in even more definite and difficult terms. Again the same number arose. Still thinking that something must be wrong, Mr. Moody for the second time asked the standing men and women to be seated, and then invited all who really meant to accept Christ to pass into the vestry. Fully 500 people did as requested, and that was the beginning of a revival in that church and neighbourhood. This brought Mr. Moody back from Dublin, a few days later, that he might assist the wonderful work of God.

"The sequel, however, must be given, or our purpose in relating the incident will be defeated. When Mr. Moody preached at the morning service, there was a woman in the congregation who had an invalid sister. When she returned home she told the invalid that the preacher had been a Mr. Moody from Chicago, and on hearing this, the sister turned pale. "What, she said, Mr. Moody from Chicago! I read about him some time ago in an American paper, and I have been praying God to send him to our country and our church. If I had known he was going to preach this morning I would have eaten no breakfast. Now, sister, go out of the room, lock the door, send me no dinner; no matter who comes, don't let them see me. I am going to spend the whole afternoon and evening in prayer". And so while Mr. Moody stood in the pulpit that had been like an ice-chamber in the morning, the bed-ridden saint was holding him up before God. The Lord, Who ever delights to answer prayer, poured out His Spirit in mighty power".

Ivor Powell