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Aweful flashy fella.....
Uhhh, how can they have TV evangestist before they invented the teevee?
Uhhh, how can they have TV evangestist before they invented the teevee?
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So it turns out Morrow is one of ours: (Interesting guy)
Dale Presbyterian Church, a large church, seating capacity
of 1,800, located at the corner of Queen Street and Bellwoods Avenue. The edifice was
built by Rev. J. D. Morrow, one of the most remarkable ministers in Toronto at that time.
Dr. Smith writes about him:
"Mr. Morrow was the first man in Toronto, if not in Canada, to go without a hat,
He had vowed that he would not wear a hat until he got enough money to put a
roof on his church. And he kept his vow. He wore his hair long and bushy at the
back and was a familiar figure on the streets of Toronto. Everybody knew him.
The policemen were his friends. Each Monday evening he sat in court, watching
for .an opportunity to take charge ,of someone who had erred, whom he might
bring home and help. All the street car conductors were acquainted with him.
One time he borrowed a "Pay as you enter" box from the Street Car company,
and for months he and I took turns standing by it at Yonge and Shuter streets,
collecting funds for his church. Sometimes he got animals from the zoo, including
bears, and took them into his pulpit to attract children. And they came in
multitudes. Moreover, he was a gifted evangelist and a most effective gospel
preacher. He knew how to put on a bright, evangelistic service, and thus attract
crowds.
The way he told stories, actually acting them out on the platform, sang his own
mother songs, and pled for decisions, always brought tears to the eyes. Many
decided for Christ under his ministry. He was very active and energetic. And he
was most generous. He loved the common people and never felt more at home
than when among the poor. To provide for the destitute was his greatest delight.
His critics were many, especially in ecclesiastical circles. He died young. Had he
lived he might have become one of the world's greatest evangelists. Never will I
forget the night he first appeared with his hair cut. 'He had been made Chaplain
of the Sportsman's Battalion, the 180th, and was dressed in the uniform of a
Captain. For a long time he hesitated behind the curtain. Finally he told me to go
first. I stepped out and he followed. In a moment the great congregation burst
into applause. When the time came for him to speak he took as his text, `So then
each one of us shall give account of himself to God,' and preached with all his
old-time fire, pausing in the midst of his sermon to sing a verse of his favourite
song, `Where is my Wandering Boy Tonight?' Pleading again, and then singing
the second verse, as the choir, led by `Sandy' Grant, came in softly on the
chorus, he made his appeal. Handkerchiefs were used freely throughout the
congregation. A woman wept aloud. In the gallery a man bowed his head and
sobbed as though his heart would break. Oh, what power!" (6)
That said, this is much more likely my car....
Dale Presbyterian Church, a large church, seating capacity
of 1,800, located at the corner of Queen Street and Bellwoods Avenue. The edifice was
built by Rev. J. D. Morrow, one of the most remarkable ministers in Toronto at that time.
Dr. Smith writes about him:
"Mr. Morrow was the first man in Toronto, if not in Canada, to go without a hat,
He had vowed that he would not wear a hat until he got enough money to put a
roof on his church. And he kept his vow. He wore his hair long and bushy at the
back and was a familiar figure on the streets of Toronto. Everybody knew him.
The policemen were his friends. Each Monday evening he sat in court, watching
for .an opportunity to take charge ,of someone who had erred, whom he might
bring home and help. All the street car conductors were acquainted with him.
One time he borrowed a "Pay as you enter" box from the Street Car company,
and for months he and I took turns standing by it at Yonge and Shuter streets,
collecting funds for his church. Sometimes he got animals from the zoo, including
bears, and took them into his pulpit to attract children. And they came in
multitudes. Moreover, he was a gifted evangelist and a most effective gospel
preacher. He knew how to put on a bright, evangelistic service, and thus attract
crowds.
The way he told stories, actually acting them out on the platform, sang his own
mother songs, and pled for decisions, always brought tears to the eyes. Many
decided for Christ under his ministry. He was very active and energetic. And he
was most generous. He loved the common people and never felt more at home
than when among the poor. To provide for the destitute was his greatest delight.
His critics were many, especially in ecclesiastical circles. He died young. Had he
lived he might have become one of the world's greatest evangelists. Never will I
forget the night he first appeared with his hair cut. 'He had been made Chaplain
of the Sportsman's Battalion, the 180th, and was dressed in the uniform of a
Captain. For a long time he hesitated behind the curtain. Finally he told me to go
first. I stepped out and he followed. In a moment the great congregation burst
into applause. When the time came for him to speak he took as his text, `So then
each one of us shall give account of himself to God,' and preached with all his
old-time fire, pausing in the midst of his sermon to sing a verse of his favourite
song, `Where is my Wandering Boy Tonight?' Pleading again, and then singing
the second verse, as the choir, led by `Sandy' Grant, came in softly on the
chorus, he made his appeal. Handkerchiefs were used freely throughout the
congregation. A woman wept aloud. In the gallery a man bowed his head and
sobbed as though his heart would break. Oh, what power!" (6)
That said, this is much more likely my car....