By Rev. John Wilbur Chapman
ROUNDTOP, WHERE MR. MOODY LOVED TO SPEAK AND WHERE HE WAS BURIED
The funeral services in the church
were over. In every way it was the most remarkable gathering that could possibly
be imagined on any such occasion, and one friend was heard to say to another
as we passed out of the Congregational Church "I would not have missed
this privilege for any consideration. My faith in God and in His promises is
stronger to-day than ever; my fear of death is all taken away. Did you ever
in all your experience attend a service in which the power of God was more mightily
manifest?" One distinguished man said to a brother minister as they walked
in solemn procession toward the grave, "If it had been possible to repeat
that service with all its attending circumstances and surroundings in all the
cities of the land, D.L. Moody would have been greater in his death than in
his life, and thousands and tens of thousands would have been brought to Christ.
A MOST NOTABLE SERVICE It was a notable service because there was a spirit of victory in it all. From
where we sat on the platform we could look down into the faces of those who
had been bereaved, and while there were marks of tears upon their faces, yet
there was such evident joy in the thought that they had had him so long, and
that he had brought so much of blessing into the lives of countless numbers
of people, that one really forgot that he was attending a funeral and thanked
God that he was sitting together with dear friends in heavenly places in Christ
Jesus. It was notable also, because not very often on funeral occasions do the bereaved
ones join in the singing of the hymns, and yet at this funeral very frequently
you could see that the lips of the members of the family were moving, and you
knew they were singing the songs that Mr. Moody loved, and singing them just
in the way that would have been pleasing to him. A RAY OF SUNLIGHT It was notable also, because of the fact that just in the midst of the services
one single ray of sunlight from the setting sun came through the window, but
the only face in all the building that was touched with the glory of that streak
of light was the face of the man of God lying in his coffin. It was just what
all could have wished for him, for to those who knew him and loved him, there
was always a kind of a halo of glory about him, and this touch of sunlight was
just a hint to us as to how his face would appear when in the better country
we should see him once again with the redemption body transfigured into the
likeness of Christ. I seriously question if any man in the present generation
ever walked closer with God than did Mr. Moody. He was my ideal in this respect
as in many other. His was a story like that of Enoch of old, and when he died
we could understand it all, he simply was not, for God took him. All the funerals associated with Mr. Moody's family have ever been most touching.
When his mother was carried to the tomb, she was not taken away until her son
had said what only a devoted and godly son could say concerning the life of
a consistent Christian mother, and of her it was true as the wise man said,
"Her children rise up and call her blessed." When the children of his eldest son, Mr. W. R. Moody, were buried, once again
did he speak such words as he only was able to speak. Quite recently, at the
funeral of Irene Moody, he said the most touching words concerning his love
for his grandchild, told how she had always greeted him with a smile, and then
told how she had influenced his life as very few people had - no one could have
said these words with such tenderness and sweetness as Mr. Moody, but it was
just like him to say them for the grief of his son was as if it had been his
own. While holding services in my Church, Rev. B. Pay Mills spoke concerning the
funeral of the brother of Mr. Moody, as contrasted with the funeral of Mr. Robert
Ingersoll's brother, and the picture is most striking in its contrasts A MOST STRIKING PICTURE
HIS BROTHER'S FUNERAL
ON THE PROCESSION TO ROUNDTOP
When the last hymn had been sung on this day of the funeral of D. L. Moody,
the audience was requested to remain seated until the family had passed out
and also until the pallbearers had taken from the Church the precious remains
of this servant of God. As we passed along in solemn procession towards Roundtop,
it was my privilege to hear something of the conversation of those who followed
the students who had been given the privilege of bearing him to his tomb. One
gentleman said to his friend, "When Mr. Moody's little grandchild was buried
only a short time ago, the students carried her from the house to her grave,
and Mr. Moody said to his son, 'I think I should like to be carried like that
myself,'" and so the students bore him carefully to the place where he
is to rest until the Lord himself shall descend from Heaven with a shout, with
the voice of the archangel and the trump of God? and he shall rise. Roundtop was reached in the dusk of that winter day. The grave was lined with
evergreen, and the resting place made as comfortable as possible. After a moment's
gazing at the grave, all but the immediate family and the specially invited
guests were requested to withdraw, but before they went away some one started
the following old hymn which Mr. Moody ever loved to have sung in his meetings.
One voice was added to another until at last a great volume of song rose towards
God:
With heads solemnly bowed for a moment,
the benediction was pronounced, and all that was mortal of D. L. Moody, the
greatest evangelist of modern times, and one of the best men that ever lived
was lying in the grave. PLACE OF BLESSING. Roundtop has ever been a place of blessing to the Northfield visitors. There
each evening, when the conferences are in session, as the day is dying out of
the sky, Bible students gather to talk of the things concerning the Kingdom.
At this point many of the young men and women of the various students' gatherings,
which have been so intimately associated with Northfield, have decided their
life work, and forth from this point they have gone to the ends of the earth
to preach the Gospel. The old haystack at Williamstown figures no more conspicuously
in the history of missions than Roundtop figures in the lives of a countless
number of Christians throughout the whole world. A. J. Gordon, of sainted memory, delivered some of his most telling addresses
from this point. I recall one evening when he spoke of the Lord's return, and
just as he finished he stood for a moment with his kindly face, all aglow with
the power of his theme, and said, "I wish He might come now" and as
we looked towards the west and saw the sunset glow upon everything it came to
us as a regret that the Lord did not come at that instant, and that we must
go down from this mount of privilege to work and to wait, possibly through weary
years until He should appear. From this point Mr. S. H. Hadley, Jerry Macauley's successor in the old Water
Street Mission has told the story of his remarkable conversion, until people
first sobbed in sympathy for him because of all that he had suffered through
strong drink, and then praised God that He had raised him up such a miracle
of grace and such a monument to His keeping power. Here Mr. John Willis Baer has met the young people who were seeking to know
what they must do to be used of God, and under the influence of the Spirit of
God has pointed many a young man and young woman to the Spirit of God who could
fill their lives and make them useful in every way. Indeed, every visitor to Northfield journeys to Roundtop, and every speaker
at Northfield counted himself fortunate if he were permitted to gather the people
about him and speak as once the Master did when He went up into a mountain.
ROUNDTOP PARTICULARLY IDENTIFIED WITH MR. MOODY But Roundtop is particularly identified with Mr. Moody himself. It is situated
just back of his home. It was the place where often he used to go for meditation
and prayer, and whatever it has been to friends of Northfield in the past, it
shall be more sacred to them in the future, because it is the last resting place
of the man whom they devotedly loved. I recall one picture which can never be effaced from my memory. It was just
at the close of one of the first days of the Northfield conference proper when
it was announced that Mr. Moody would lead the Roundtop services, and as we
were all gathered together singing, he came up. I can see him as plainly as
I see my friend of to-day. He was carrying a chair in his hand upon which he
was to sit in the midst of his people. He had his old, worn Bible in the one
hand, and with his face beaming with delight because so many people were there
at the beginning of the conference, he said, "I will ask Mr. Jacobs to
sing," and the great strong voice of the singer sounded out from that hilltop
and came back to us like an echo from the hills, until some of us wondered whether
we were in the body or not. Now, some one lead us in prayer," said the leader. "Now, let us sing,"
and there altogether we sang, he keeping time with his hymn-book. The hymn was
"Christ Returneth"
As the blessed words rolled out from
the lips of those assembled there on that sacred hill, I remember how transported
we all were with the bliss of that great truth, "Christ returneth!"
The faces of those about me shone with joy, and there before us sat our beloved
leader, the great factor of modern evangelism. He always seemed ready for Christ's
coming, and I doubt if his joyful demeanor would have altered in the least,
if at that moment the Heavens had opened. He was always ready because his consecration
of himself to God was renewed with every breath, and attested by, each succeeding
act in his life. When the singing was at an end, Mr. Moody opened his Bible, and said: "I
have come up to-night, dear friends, in a spirit of praise and thankfulness,
to give you just a few nuggets from the margin of my Bible; you can take them
down if you like, and if I go too fast for you just stop me." I stood just
behind his chair, and beginning at Genesis he turned over the pages of his Bible,
and quickly I wrote down what he had to say. The following is almost an exact
report of that Roundtop meeting, and everything. recorded here I have, at one
time or another, heard him say:
When it was too dark for him to see, the well-marked Bible was closed, and he offered such a prayer as I have rarely heard, thanking God that He had permitted us to come to Northfield, and asking Him that He might make it more of a blessing than ever before in all its history. This is but a specimen service of Round-top, and if the trees which stand there could speak, they would tell as thrilling a story of scenes witnessed there as has ever been pressed into human language, and now from this time on, pilgrims will journey to Northfield and to this the new heart of the old town, because in this grave lies the body of a man who yielded himself absolutely to God, who had only one supreme desire, and that was that he might glorify Him. The words of the poet certainly describe him in his life
D. L. Moody was a mighty man, because, he sought, as nearly as any man I have ever seen, to do the will of God.
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