Jonathan Goforth: The Holy Spirit's Man in China
At a summer conference meeting near Chicago it was announced that a
"brilliant speaker" was to be present on a certain day for just one
address. At the appointed time the chairman introduced the speaker with an extravagant
eulogy, whereupon the speaker stepped forward, stood a few moments in silent
prayer, then said:
Friends, if you and I take glory to ourselves which belongs only
to God, we are as foolish as the woodpecker about which I shall tell you.
A certain woodpecker flew up to the top of a high pine tree and gave three
hard pecks on the side of the tree as woodpeckers are wont to do. At that
instant a bolt of lightning struck the tree, leaving it on the ground,
a heap of splinters. The woodpecker had flown to a tree nearby where it
clung in terror and amazement at what had taken place. There it hung expecting
more to follow, but as all remained quiet it began to chuckle to itself
saying, "Well, well, well. Who would have imagined that just three
pecks of my beak could have such power as that!
That
was one of Jonathan Goforth's favorite stories and with good reason. Few
Christians have been so tempted to carnal pride as was he, for few have
been the human instrument of such remarkable revivals or the object of
such praise. A Roman Catholic servant girl, in a home where the Goforths
often revisited, said, "I have often watched Dr. Goforth's face and
wondered if God looks like him." Charles G. Trumbull said of him, "He
was an electric, radiant personality, flooding his immediate environment
with sunlight that was deep in his heart and shone on his face. And God
used him in mighty revivals." It was as true of Goforth as of Robert
M. M'Cheyne that all who knew him "felt the breathing of the hidden
life of God." He knew the folly of self-reliance. He knew whence
power came and to whom the praise belonged. So as a young man he chose
Zechariah 4:6 as his life's motto.
The sunlight in his heart!
The divine reflection on his face!
The breathing of the hidden life of God!
"Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD."
Everything in the character and career of this amazing man can be outlined
in terms of the work and witness of the Holy Spirit in his yielded, trusting
life.
I. By the Spirit Goforth Found the Saviour and Devoted Himself to His Service
Jonathan Goforth, the seventh of eleven children, was born February 10,
1859 on his father's farm near London, Ontario, Canada. His devout mother
influenced him to pray and to love, read and memorize the Scriptures.
Something of the hardships endured by the family is indicated by the fact
that the father once went to Hamilton for food and walked through the
bush all the way back, a distance of seventy miles, with a sack of flour
on his back. By diligent effort Jonathan managed to keep up with his class
in school, although he was under the handicap of being obliged to work
on the farm each year from April to October.
When he was fifteen years of age his father put him in charge of their
second farm, which was twenty miles from the home farm. "Work hard," said
his father. "At harvest I'll return and inspect."
In later years Goforth stirred many an audience as he told of his arduous
labors that summer, of his father's return in the fall and of how his
heart thrilled when his father, after inspecting the fields of beautiful
waving grain, turned to him and smiled. "That smile," he would
say, "was all the reward I wanted. I knew my father was pleased.
So will it be, dear Christians, if we are faithful to the trust our Heavenly
Father has given us. His smile of approval will be our blessed reward."
At the age of eighteen, while Jonathan was finishing his high school work,
he came under the influence of Rev. Lachlan Cameron, a true minister of
Christ. He went one Sunday to Rev. Cameron's church and heard a sermon
from God's Word that cut deeply and exactly suited his need. The Holy
Spirit used the Word to bring him under conviction and that day he yielded
to the tender constraints of Christ. "Henceforth," said he, "my
life belongs to Him who gave His life for me."
Under this impulse he became an active, growing Christian, He sent for
a supply of tracts and startled the staid Presbyterian elders by standing,
Sunday after Sunday, at the church door giving each person a tract. Soon
thereafter he began a Sunday evening service in an old school house about
a mile from his home. He instituted the practice of family worship and
besought the Lord for the salvation of his father. Several months later
his father took a public stand for Christ.
About this time his faith was subjected to a severe testing. His teacher
was a blatant follower of the infidel Tom Paine, and his classmates, influenced
by the teacher, made his life miserable by their jeers and mockery. The
foundations seemed to be giving way and in a mood of desperation Jonathan
turned to God's Word. In consequence of an earnest, day-and-night search
of the Word, his faith was firmly established and all his classmates,
also his teacher, were brought back from infidelity. The next great influence
in Jonathan's life came through a book and then a collection of books.
A saintly old Scotchman, Mr. Bennett, one day handed him a well-worn copy
of the Memoirs of Robert Murray M'Cheyne, saying, "Read this, my
boy; it will do you good." It did! Stretched out on the dry leaves
in the woods, he was soon so absorbed in the book he did not notice the
passing of the hours. When the lengthening shadows of sunset aroused him,
he arose a new man. The story of M'Cheyne's spiritual struggles, sacrifices
and victories stirred him to the depths and was used of God's Spirit to
turn his life from selfish ambitions to the holy calling of being a seeker
of souls. In view of his intention to enter Knox College to prepare for
the ministry, Rev. Cameron arranged to give him lessons in Latin and Greek
and loaned him a number of books by Bunyan, Baxter, Boston and Spurgeon,
which he "devoured" with rich blessing. But his main book was
the Bible. He arose two hours earlier each morning in order to have unhurried
time for the study of the Word before going to work or to school.
Young Goforth was now spiritually ready for God to deal with him again.
One epochal day he went to hear an address by the heroic missionary pioneer,
George L. Mackay of Formosa. Full of the Holy Spirit, like Peter and Paul
and Stephen of old, Dr. Mackay pressed home the needs and claims of the
heathen world, especially of Formosa. He told how he had been going far
and wide in Canada seeking missionary reinforcements but so far he had
not found even one young man willing to respond. Simply but powerfully
he continued, "I am going back alone. It will not be long before
my bones will be lying on some Formosan hillside. To me the heartbreak
is that no young man has heard the call to come and carry on the work
that I have begun."
As Goforth heard these words he was "overwhelmed with shame." He
describes his reactions as follows: "There was I, bought with the
precious blood of Jesus Christ, daring to dispose of my life as I pleased.
Then and there I capitulated to Christ. From that hour I became a foreign
missionary."
Note well the words, "From that hour I became a foreign missionary." An
ocean voyage does not transform a lukewarm Christian into a glowing brand
for God.
II. By the Spirit Goforth was a Blazing Brand for God in Toronto
Jonathan's mother was a capable seamstress and in the last days before
his departure for Knox College she often worked far into the night preparing
his wardrobe. Little did she imagine how the cut of his garments and the
fine hand stitches would cause him to be an object of ridicule in the
city. He arrived at the college with ardent expectations concerning the
friendly reception and Christian fellowship that awaited him. However,
he was soon disillusioned by the glances and guffaws of the students.
Despite his very limited finances he determined to alter the situation.
He purchased a quantity of cloth which he planned to take to a city seamstress
in order to have a new outfit made. Learning what he had done, his college
mates one night took him from his room by force, put his head through
a hole they had cut in one end of the material and made him drag the cloth
up and down the hall through a gauntlet of hilarious students. In his
humiliation that such a thing could happen in a Christian college, he
spent hours over his Bible and on his knees in the first great struggle
of his life.
On his first day in Toronto, Jonathan walked through the slum section praying
that God would open a way whereby he might take the Gospel to the needy
homes and hearts of that area; and the first Sunday morning found him
preaching in a jail—a practice he continued throughout his college
course. An unreservedly as his studies would allow he gave himself to
evangelistic calling in the homes of the slums and to the work of different
rescue missions. The stories he told of his experiences with degraded
sinners caused much mirth among the students. It is significant, however,
that later the students of Knox College sent him out to China as their
missionary—a remarkable tribute to the reality and power of his Christian
character.
He exhibited a fervent zeal for souls. At the opening of a new fall session
at college the principal asked Jonathan how many homes he had visited
during the summer vacations. "Nine hundred sixty," was the reply.
"Well, Goforth, if you don't take any scholarships in Greek and Hebrew,
at least there is one book that you are going to be well versed in and
that is the book of Canadian human nature." Indeed, not only were
many souls saved but many valuable lessons learned, for, as he discovered
later, there is no essential difference between Canadian and Chinese human
nature. During his years in college and in slum work he was often down
to the last penny but God proved faithful in every test. Like George Mueller
and Hudson Taylor, he learned to trust God utterly for all his needs.
He also learned to trust the Spirit's guidance in all circumstances. On
one occasion when scheduled to speak at a certain place on Sunday, he
found he had only sufficient money to buy a ticket one station short of
where he was to speak. After praying for divine guidance he bought the
ticket and rode to that station, then began to walk the remaining ten
miles. When he had covered approximately eight miles, he came upon a group
of men repairing the road. He engaged them in friendly conversation, pointed
them to the only "name under heaven given among men, whereby we must
be saved" and invited them to the service the following day. To his
great joy several of them turned up and at least one of them was saved.
In referring to this later he would say, "I would gladly walk ten
miles any day to bring one lost soul to Christ." He was indeed a
missionary long before he reached China. It was said of him, "When
he found his own soul needed Jesus Christ, it became a passion with him
to take Jesus Christ to every soul."
He did not hesitate to enter saloons and brothels and in these places he
won for Christ a number of broken, disreputable persons. One night as
he was coming out of a street that had a particularly evil reputation,
a policeman met him and said, "How have you the courage to go into
those places? We policeman never go there except in twos or threes." "I
never walk alone, either," replied Goforth. "There is always
Someone with me."
At one time he was walking along the road from Aspidin to Huntsville, a
distance of ten miles, calling at every house. Years later a lady wrote
of the abiding blessings that ensued upon the visits of this
"Spirit-filled young man" and she concluded, "He walked
in the power of the Holy Spirit."
"I never walk alone!
"I would walk ten miles any day to bring one soul to Christ!"
"He walked in the power of the Holy Spirit!"
It was in connection with his mission work in Toronto that Goforth met
Rosalind Bell-Smith. She was an Episcopalian, a member of a cultured and
wealthy family, and an artist. She was also a born-again Christian and
longed to live a life of service to God. The day she met Goforth she noted
both the shabbiness of his dress and the challenge of his eyes. A few
days later at a mission meeting she picked up Jonathan's Bible, which
was lying on a chair, observed that it was marked from cover to cover
and noted that parts of it were almost in shreds from frequent use. "That's
the man I want to marry," she said to herself. A few months later
she accepted his proposal of marriage upon the condition he himself stipulated,
namely, that in all things he should put his Master's work before her.
Little did she dream what that promise would cost her through the long
years ahead. The first, though not the greatest, price it cost her was
the engagement ring of which she had dreamed, for Jonathan explained that
he needed every penny for his ministry of distributing Testaments and
tracts. "This," she said, "was my first lesson in real values."
In the spring of 1887 Goforth went to scores of churches to plead the cause
of China. He was on fire for missions and his holy enthusiasm melted thousands
of indifferent hearts. When he was speaking on the needs and claims of
the unevangelized worlds he had the face of an angel and the tongue of
an archangel. He used many methods—Scripture, charts, pictures, logic—to enforce his message. He often closed an address by a powerful illustration
from the feeding of the five thousand. He pictured the disciples taking
the bread and fish to the hungry people on the first few rows, then going
again and again to those same people, leaving those on the back rows hungry
and starving. Then he would ask a burning question, "What would Christ
have thought of His disciples had they acted in that way, and what does
He think of us today as we continue to spend most of our time and money
in giving the Bread of Life to those who have heard so often, while hundreds
of millions in China are still starving?"
Years later when Goforth was home on furlough and speaking in a Presbyterian
church in Vancouver, the minister who was introducing him said,
"This man took an overcoat from me once." He went on to explain
how he had gone to Toronto to buy a new overcoat and how, at a missionary
meeting, he was stirred as never before upon listening to the impassioned
appeal of Jonathan Goforth. "My precious overcoat money went into
the missionary collection," continued the minister, "and I returned
home wearing my old coat."
October 25, 1887, Jonathan and Rosalind were married. After a memorable
farewell service in the historic Knox church of Toronto the Goforth's
sailed for China, February 4, 1888, under the auspices of the Presbyterian
Church of Canada.
III. By the Spirit Goforth Pioneered as
an Evangelist and Church Planter in China
The Goforths settled first at Chefoo for nine months of language study.
While living there some valuable lessons were learned. About two weeks
after settling in Chefoo their house burned to the ground and practically
everything they had was destroyed. Mr. Goforth was distraught but her
husband simply said, "My dear, do not grieve so. After all, they're
just things." Thus Rosalind learned another lesson in real values.
It was also at Chefoo she learned a lesson in tithing. She had considered
themselves generous in tithing their missionary salary. But when they
had been married six months it was discovered they had already given a
tenth of a year's salary. "We'll simply close the account and keep
on tithing,"
he said. So they gave two tithes instead of one.
With elation of spirit the Goforths moved further and further into the
interior on the way to the remote province of Honan to set up a home and
a mission station. Their early years in China were marked by sweet joys,
piercing sorrows and significant manifestations of character. Chief sorrows
were connected with the untimely passing of their first two children.
Their severe heartache was swallowed up in their travail over the woes
of the Chinese masses. The word "without" was written in giant
letters over the blackness of heathenism on every side as the Goforths
moved along.
Men and women are toiling without a Bible, without a Sunday, without prayer,
without songs of praise. They have homes without peace, marriage without
sanctity, little children without innocence, young men and girls without
ideals, poverty without relief or sympathy, sickness without skillful
help or tender care, sorrow and crime without remedy, and death without
hope.
Before reaching Honan, Goforth had received a cordial letter from Hudson
Taylor, telling him of the tremendous obstacles ahead and reminding him
of his need of super-natural assistance. "Brother, if you would enter
that province," Taylor wrote, "you must go forward on your knees." Goforth
did just that. Not a day passed but that circumstances and events caused
him to recall his life text and to rely on its promise, "Not by might,
nor by power, but by my Spirit, saith the LORD of hosts" (Zechariah
4:6).
By means of prayer and dependence upon the Holy Spirit, he witnessed and
experienced many miracles. One of these was in connection with language
study. In college in Toronto he was weak in languages and in China he
made little progress in the use of the language, although he applied himself
to the task with great diligence. Repeatedly when he was trying to preach
to a group of people, the Chinese would point to another missionary, who
had reached China a year after he did, and say, "You speak. We don't
understand him." This was mortifying but Goforth refused to be discouraged. "The
Lord called me to China, he said, "and I expect His Spirit to perform
a miracle and to enable me to master the language."
He picked up his Chinese Bible and went to the chapel. As he began to
preach the miracle happened; He spoke with a fluency and power that amazed
the people and thence forth his mastery of the Chinese language was recognized
everywhere. Two months later he received a letter from Knox College telling
of a prayer meeting in which the students prayed "just for Goforth"
and the presence of God was manifestly among them. Looking into his diary
he found that the prayer meeting was at the very time his tongue gained
such sudden mastery over the Chinese language.
His zeal for souls caused him to be away from home much of the time in
widespread evangelistic itineration. He often spent the night in places
that were disagreeable for lack of heat and for other reasons. For instance:
"One end of the small room I occupied was for the pigs and the donkeys.
Besides, we had to contend against other living things not so big as donkeys
but a thousand times more troublesome." There were many escapes from
wild mobs. One day he and a colleague came suddenly in to a crowd of thousands
attending a sort of fair. Though both foreigners wore Chinese dress, their
identity was soon recognized and in a few moments the crowd rushed upon
them, hooting, yelling, throwing sticks, stones and clods of earth. Just
when death seemed imminent a sudden gust of wind blew a tent over and
scattered the articles offered for sale. As the Chinese scrambled for
these the missionaries escaped.
A common method of transportation was to ride in a hired wheelbarrow. Goforth
soon found out, however, that if he rode, his Chinese helpers also insisted
on riding although they had never before been accustomed or able to do
so. To defeat this pride, he bought a barrow for four dollars and hired
a man to wheel it for about fifteen cents a day. He wrote,
I shall not allow myself a ride on this barrow nor shall I allow a
Chinese the luxury. I am determined to walk. The barrow conveys books
and baggage, not missionaries. My expenditure, including the barrow
man's hire, amounted to twenty-four cents a day for the thirty-three
days of my tour.
This intrepid missionary constantly lived up to his name, for he was ever
eager to "go forth" to new areas and new conquests for Christ.
In 1894 and 1895 he went to Changte, in remote North Hogan, bought land,
erected buildings, established a mission station and moved the family
belongings. This was, for the Goforths, the seventh home in their seven
years in China. And even before settling in the seventh home the mission
compound was covered by flood waters to a depth of more than six feet,
and thus for the second time they experienced the loss of practically
all of their temporal possessions.
The air was filled with wild rumors about the foreign devils. One of these
was to the effect that the medicine used by the foreigners in treating
the people was made from the hearts and eyes of kidnapped Chinese children.
But the Spirit of God was at work and such crowds waited upon the ministry
of the Word that both Goforth and his wife "kept up constantly preaching
on an average of eight hours a day" and were at the point of complete
physical exhaustion. Early one morning he said,
"Rose, on the basis of Philippians 4:19 let us kneel down and pray
for an evangelist to help us in the work." This they did though as
yet they had not a single convert in this area. The next day a man named
Wang Fulin appeared at the Mission seeking employment. He was a pitiable
spectacle, his face having the ashy hue of an opium fiend, his form bent
from weakness and his emancipated frame, clothed in a beggar's rags shaking
every few moments from a racking cough. This man became a mighty testimony
to the transforming power of Christ and a fervent preacher of the Gospel.
In the first five months at Changte about twenty five thousand men and
women visited the compound and heard the precious tidings of redemption
proclaimed by the Goforths and the converted gambler and opium smoker,
Wang Fulin.
When their new semi-foreign bungalow was completed, the Chinese came in
swarms to see the board floors, glass windows, the furniture, sewing machine
and the organ. The kitchen stove, which sent its smoke up the chimney
instead of into people's eyes and all over the house, was an object of
constant wonder. The pump was the talk of the whole countryside. What
a contraption that could bring water up from the bottom of a well with
out a bucket! As many as 1,835 men and 500 women passed through the house
on a single day and all heard the Gospel message.
Rosalind frequently played the organ to the great delight of the Chinese.
Jonathan, however, did not know one note from another. Imagine her surprise
and amusement when, upon returning from an errand one day, she found her
husband seated at the organ with all twenty-four stops drawn out, his
hands pressed down on as many notes as possible, the bellows going at
full blast, and heard some one remark above the din, "He plays better
than his wife!"
By this time they had three living children to rejoice their hearts. Then,
in the summer of 1898, little Gracie was found to be in a hopeless condition
from an enlarged spleen caused by pernicious malaria. For almost a year
she lingered and suffered. One night Grace sat up in bed and said, "I
want my Papa." Rosalind hesitated to call the worn out father but
when Grace said again, "I want my Papa," she roused him. As
the father took the little one in his arms and began to pace the floor,
Rosalind went into another room and prayed that God would heal the dear
child or spare her from further suffering. While the mother was on her
knees, Grace sudden lifted her head from father's shoulder, looked straight
into his eyes, gave him a wonderful smile, closed her eyes and in an instant
was in the Savior's arms.
Goforth was singularly adept at devising ways of meeting difficult situations
and appealing to various types of people. At a certain time each year
thousands of students came to Changte to take examinations for government
positions. Large numbers of them came to the mission but were full of
conceit, disorderly, and impossible to control. Planning to be ready for
them the next year, he sent to Shanghai for a large globe, several maps
and astronomical charts. When groups of students came they immediately
asked, "What is that big round thing?" He would explain that it was
a representation of the earth. "You don't mean to tell us that the
earth is round, do you?" they would reply in astonishment. And when
he explained the movements of the earth some were sure to exclaim, "If
the earth turns like that, why don't we all tumble off?" Then followed
explanations concerning the law of gravitation, the size of the sun, its
distance from the earth and other astronomical facts. Thus, pride was
dispelled and hundreds of students listened attentively to the story of
Christ and redeeming love.
The missionary had a passion for preaching, a longing to develop the converts
into New Testament Christians and a zeal to establish spiritual, indigenous,
New Testament churches after the Pauline pattern. Taking a group of native
Christians with him he would "go from town to town and from street
to street preaching and singing the Gospel in true Salvation Army style."
A map of the field was made and each center where a Christian church or
group had come into existence, was indicated by a red dot. By May of 1900
there were over fifty of these red dots. Both parents and children delighted
to watch the dots increase. Florence, the oldest daughter, age 7, exclaimed
one day, "Oh won't it be lovely, father when the map is all red!" The
work of God was progressing mightily. "Our hearts are aglow with
the victories of the present and the promises of the future, " wrote
Goforth. And for the hundredth or thousandth time he quoted his great
text, "We expect a great harvest of souls, for it is not by the might,
or power of man, but by my Spirit, saith the LORD."
The victories of the present!
The promises of the future!
A great harvest of souls!
It is by my spirit, saith the LORD!
IV. By the Spirit Goforth was Endued With
Power From On High and Promoted Mighty Revivals
During the early months of 1900 the hearts of the missionaries were radiant
with blessing and hope. Then came the storm. In June golden-haired Florence
was smitten with meningitis and "went to be with Jesus."
The funeral was scarcely over when a message came from the American Consul
in Chefoo saying, "Flee south. Northern route cut off by Boxers." The
terrors and horrors of the infamous Boxer Uprising were descending. The
missionaries were in favor of staying at their post regardless of the
consequences but the Chinese Christians made it clear that their chances
of escape would be greatly reduced if the missionaries remained. On June
28 before daybreak the missionary party, consisting of the Goforths and
their four children, plus three men, five women and one little boy, set
out on the long and hazardous journey fourteen days by carts to Fancheng
and a longer period from there by boat to Shanghai. There were days of
panic and agony due to the intense heat, the long hours of continual bumping
over rough roads in spring less carts, the illness of one of the children
and the oft repeated cries, "Kill these foreign devils" that came
from fierce, threatening mobs along the way.
At one point a mob of several hundred men attacked them with a fusillade
of stones. As Goforth rushed forward to try to reason with the men, he
was struck on the head and body by numerous savage blows and one arm was
slashed to the bone in several places. Dripping with blood he staggered
to the cart, picked up his baby and said, "Come!" We must get
away quickly." Rosalind and other missionaries received very painful
injuries but all managed to escape as the mob scrambled for their possessions
in the carts.
After many terrifying experiences and narrow escapes they reached Shanghai
and soon sailed for Canada. The furlough was a time of poignant sorrow
as Goforth, in his deputation trips, found that worldliness and apostasy
had invaded the churches and most of the people had little concern for
the unsaved masses of heathen lands.
Back to China they went, to the people they loved, to the multitudes they
yearned to win to Christ, to the land where all their possessions had
been destroyed four times and where four of their children were buried.
Jonathan was soon enthused over a plan of intensive evangelism which would
entail their staying in successive centers for a period of one month each. "I
will go with my men, " he said to Rosalind, "to villages or
on the streets in the day time, while you receive and preach to the women
in the courtyard." The evenings would be devoted to open air meetings.
At the end of a month an evangelist would be left to instruct the converts
and establish a congregation. "The plan sounds wonderful,"
replied Rosalind, "except for the children. Think of all the infectious
diseases and of our four little graves. I can't do it. I cannot expose
the children like that." He, however, was sure of God's leading in
the matter and said, "Rose, I fear for the children if you refuse
to obey God's call and stay here at Changte. The safest place for you
and the children is the path of duty." A few hours later Wallace
became seriously ill with Asiatic dysentery. After two weeks he began
to recover and Jonathan packed up and set out on tour alone. The next
day the baby, Constance, fell ill. The father was sent for. Constance
was dying when he arrived. Driven by sorrow, Rosalind leaned her
head upon the Heavenly Father's bosom and prayed, "O God, it is too
late for Constance but I will trust you hereafter for everything, including
my children."
Thenceforth, for years she and the children traveled almost constantly
with Goforth in his extensive evangelistic tours. This meant that some
things loved and prized by the family had to be given up, such as flowers,
bird, dog and cat. It also meant living simply, in native Chinese style.
Usually the furnishings of the rented native house consisted one table,
two chairs, a bench for the children and the kang—a long brick
platform bed covered with loose straw and straw mats, where the entire
family slept; that is, if the vermin, insects and pigs permitted
them to do so!
Goforth's evangelistic methods were simple and spiritual. Whether speaking
to one person or a thousand he was never known to attempt to deal with
souls without his open Bible. His love for and dependence upon the Word
is indicated by the fact that he read through and studied his Chinese
New Testament fifty-five times in one period of nineteen years. He also
used large hymn scrolls as a means of utilizing the people's love of singing
and of teaching the great truths of the Gospel, in addition to short Gospel
messages and testimonies. In every place where they lived as a family
for one month and carried on this type of intensive evangelistic effort,
a growing church was subsequently established.
At the age of forty-four a strange restlessness came over Jonathan Goforth.
He had seen hundreds of precious souls saved and scores of churches established.
But his soul burned with an indescribably longing to enter into the fulfillment
of his Lord's promise, "Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that believeth
on me, the works that I do shall he do also and greater works than these
shall he do." Tidings of the mighty revival in Wales intensified
this longing, as did also a booklet containing selections from Finney's Lectures
on Revival. Again and again he read Finney's argument that the spiritual
laws governing a spiritual harvest are as real and dependable as the laws
of agriculture and natural harvest, and at length he said, "If Finney
is right, and I believe he is, I am going to find out what these spiritual
laws are and obey them, no matter what the cost may be." He began
an intense study of every passage in the Bible dealing with the Holy Spirit.
He arose regularly at five o'clock or even earlier for Bible study and
to pray for the fullness of the Spirit. One evening while speaking to
an audience of unsaved people on "He bare our sins in His own body
on the tree," he saw deep conviction written on every face and almost
every one took an open stand for Christ. Shortly thereafter he visited
Korea and was stirred by participation in remarkable outpourings of revival
power.
In 1908 he accepted invitations to conduct revival efforts in Manchuria.
He did not deal in pious flattery. He told of the amazing results in Korea—of dynamic New Testament Christianity, of the quality and astounding
increase of converts, of schools and churches, all self-supporting, and
pointed out the humiliating contrast in the paucity of spiritual results
in Manchuria. Wherein lay the difference? It could not be accounted for
on ground of war and political unrest in Manchuria, for Korea had had
her full share of these. The marvelous results in Korea, he emphasized,
were "not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD." The
difference was in the degree of yieldedness to the Spirit and of readiness
to pay the price of spiritual power. Goforth himself had paid that price—in prayer and in penitence. A spirit of estrangement had arisen between
him and a fellow missionary. When he tried to preach the Lord spoke to
him, "You hypocrite. You know you do not really love your brother.
If you do not straighten this thing out, I cannot bless you." Realizing
that he was just beating the air he yielded and said, "Lord, just
as soon as this meeting is over I'll go and set this matter straight." Instantly
God's power surged upon him and his preaching was "in the demonstration
of the Spirit." Upon the meeting being thrown open for prayer many
arose to pray, only to break down weeping.
"For almost twenty years," said Goforth, "we missionaries
in Hogan had longed in vain to see a tear of penitence roll down a Chinese
cheek." He did effect a full reconciliation with his fellow missionary
and thenceforth the Spirit could use the yielded, cleansed life.
Those were days of unprecedented spiritual awakening. As a result, he was
deluged with invitations from all parts of China and found himself drawn
into a new and far-reaching type of ministry. Rosalind and the five children
sailed for Canada and he, a lonely man, separated from his family till
his next furlough time, plunged into the greatest work of his life.
One day at the close of his message he said to the people,
"You may pray." Immediately an elder of the church, with tears
streaming down his cheeks, stood before the congregation and confessed
the sins of theft, adultery and attempted murder. "I have disgraced
the holy office," he cried. "I herewith resign my eldership." Other
elders, then the deacons, arose one by one, confessed their sins and resigned.
Then the native pastor stood up, made his confession and concluded, "I
am not fit to be your pastor any longer. I, too, must resign." As
the Christians confessed their sins and got right with God, large numbers
of unbelievers came under deep conviction and were saved. Some of the
missionaries were entirely out of sympathy with these revivals. One man
said, "Don't expect any such praying and confessing of sins here
as took place in Mukden and Liaoyang. We're hard-headed Presbyterians
from the North of Ireland and the people take after us. Anyhow, we have
respectable people here, not terrible sinners. Be prepared for a quiet
Quakers' meeting at this place." But several days later the Pastor
and many others sobbed out their confession, the whole congregation did
the unheard of thing of getting down on their knees in prayer and there
was a mighty turning to God in that place.
Many times there was so much praying and confessing, little or no time
was left for the message; even so, the meetings often lasted for three
or four or even six hours. At Kwangchow God's Spirit worked mightily;
the church was cleansed and edified, one hundred fifty-four converts were
baptized during the eight days' meeting and the number of Christians in
this city increased in four years from 2,000 to 8,000. At Shangtehfu there
was an intense desire on the part of missionaries and Chinese Christians
alike for a blessing from Heaven. Long before daylight the pleadings of
earnest hearts arose to the throne of grace. One missionary sobbed out
his prayer, "Lord, I have come to the place where I would rather pray than eat."
In this place five hundred people openly acknowledged Christ as Savior.
In a mission school where at first there was much antagonism, scores of
boys were brought under the conviction of the Spirit, confessed their
sins, accepted Christ and brought a huge pile of pipes, cigarettes and
tobacco to be destroyed, also stolen knives and other things to be returned
to their rightful owners.
Dr. Walter Philips, who at first was prejudiced against the revival movement,
wrote of the meetings at Chinchow,
Now I understood why the floor was so wet—it was wet with pools
of tears. Above the sobbing of hundreds of kneeling penitents, an
agonized voice was making public confession. Others followed. The sight
of men forced to their feet and impelled to lay bare their hearts
brought the smarting tears to one's own eyes. And then again would
swell the wonderful deep organ tone of united prayers, while men and
women, lost to their surroundings, wrestled for peace.
Dr. P. C. Leslie said, "It was touching to see the distress of these
pillars of the church, weeping in the presence of men because they had
been humbled in the presence of God." Like the disciples at Pentecost,
they were filled with the divine fullness and anointed with the Spirit's
power.
Weeping in the presence of men!
Humbled in the presence of God!
Filled with the divine fullness!
Anointed with the Spirit's power!
V. By the Spirit Goforth Endured Manifold
Trials and Entered Upon His Coronation
One of the songs Jonathan loved was this:
Lord, Crucified, give me a heart like Thine;
Teach me to love the dying souls around,
Oh, keep my heart in closest touch with Thee;
And give me love pure Calvary love,
To bring the lost to Thee.
Those who, like Paul, have as their one sublime obsession the bringing
of lost souls to Christ, are sure to endure many trials. It was so of
Goforth. His trials included severe attacks of various diseases, intense
suffering from chronic carbuncles, beatings at the hands of Chinese mobs,
long periods of separation from his family and the burial of five of his
children in China. Another sore trial arose in connection with his furlough
visits to the home land, as he came to realize the appalling inroads of
modernism and worldliness among the churches and the consequent apathy,
even hostility, to his pleadings for missionary advance and a deeper work
of the Spirit of God.
Speaking at the ministerial association of a certain city he told of the
Spirit's quickening, purifying, energizing work in China. He made it clear
that he was no special favorite of the Almighty, that the same God was
ready to pour out His Spirit in blessed revivals in Canada and that it
was the business of every minister to look to the Holy Spirit for revival
in his own heart and among his people. He went on to point out that John
Wesley and his colleagues were just ordinary men until their hearts were
touched by the divine fire. At that point a noted Methodist minister interrupted
him. "What, sir!" he exclaimed, "Do you mean to tell me
that we don't preach better now than John Wesley ever did?" "Are
you getting John Wesley's results?" Goforth asked.
The furlough of 1924 was spent chiefly in extended tours through the United
States where he was enthusiastically received. His last years on the field
were years of great harvest. Thousands were born into the kingdom and
other thousands experienced the peace and power of the Spirit, as he traveled
extensively in China and Manchuria. On a single day he baptized 960 soldiers.
A number of thriving churches were established. All of this was accomplished
in spite of many hardships and much pain. During the 1930-1931 furlough
he lost the use of one eye and underwent many painful but fruitless operations
in an attempt to restore his sight. During this time of illness he dictated
the stirring stories found in Miracle Lives of China. All his teeth
had to be extracted and he contracted a severe infection in his jaw. It
was at this time, while pacing the floor and holding his jaw with his
hands, that he dictated the material for his famous book, By My Spirit. In
China he contracted a severe case of pneumonia while preaching to a packed
audience of sneezing, coughing people in an unheated room in the dead
of winter. In 1933 he lost the sight of the other eye. Even during winter
blizzards he continued traveling and preaching. At Taonan he was led twice
or three times daily through the deep snow and the storm to his appointments.
A year later the Goforths returned to Canada because of a breakdown in
Rosalind's health. Despite his blindness he traveled widely in Canada
and the United States. Everywhere he went his soul was aglow with one
message "the fullness of the Christ-life through the Holy Spirit's
indwelling." Physical sight was gone but his life was as a "shining
light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day."
That blessed day dawned for him in the early morning of October 8, 1936,
as he slept. Just a few weeks before at the Ben Lippen conference in North
Carolina the sightless veteran missionary said he rejoiced in the thought
that the next face he would see would be that of his Savior. He had entered
into the bliss he had long anticipated: "I shall be satisfied, when
I awake, with Thy likeness" (Psalm 17:15). That was, indeed, his
"coronation day," as Dr. Armstrong said at the funeral service
in Knox Church, Toronto and in the words of Dr. Inkster, "Goforth was
baptized with the Holy Ghost and with fire. He was filled with the Spirit
because he was emptied of self."
The bliss he had long anticipated!
The Saviour's face! The Saviour's likeness!
Filled with the Spirit!
Emptied of self!
His Coronation Day!
Jonathan Goforth's epitaph written by the fingers of angels in letters
of flaming lights stands as summons from heaven to all who read:
"Not by might, nor by power, but my Spirit, saith the LORD."