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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Shut up now this Tabernacle," exclaimed Dr. James W. Alexander. "Let no man dare speak here after that." The Alexanders. Dr. Tyng. Dr. Cox. Dr. Adams. Dr. Storrs. Mr. Beecher. Mr. Finney and Dr. B.M. Palmer.
"Did it ever occur to you, Finney, to reflect that, with your opinions, had you been the Creator, you would never have made the world as it is made? What time would you ever have thought it worth while to spend in developing the iridescence on a beetle's wing, in adjusting man's soul till it responds with storm or calm, gloom or glory, to outer influence, as the surface of the ocean to weather?"
Clouds that seemed to promise rain were repelled from the heated dry atmosphere over the land, and attracted by the more moist atmosphere over the lake, to pour out their waters there. On one such occasion, the clouds had gathered dark, low, and heavy over the lakes, and lay there with no particular indication of rising. President Finney walked out with his eye on these clouds.
This view is held almost exclusively by Orientals, and seems to have been shared to a great extent by western commentators upon the subject. A notable example among Occidentals, bearing the religious aspect, and one which is important from the fact that the person detailing his experience, was a man of mental training, is the case of Rev. Charles G. Finney, formerly president of Oberlin College.
"I came out this evening," said Finney, "to tell you that last March in Ohio I saw her." His voice fell at the pronoun in sympathetic sorrow. "Yes?" "When I was about to return from Cincinnati I was advised to go northward to the Erie Canal, in order that I might pass through that part of the State which has been sorely infected by the cancer of that hypocrite's teaching."
How The Jupiter had affirmed that each one of them "each one of us, Jonathan Crumple, think of that!" had a clear right to a hundred a year; and that if The Jupiter had said so, it was better than a decision of the Lord Chancellor: and then he carried about the paper, supplied by Mr Finney, which, though none of them could read it, still afforded in its very touch and aspect positive corroboration of what was told them; and Jonathan Crumple pondered deeply over his returning wealth; and Job Skulpit saw how right he had been in signing the petition, and said so many scores of times; and Spriggs leered fearfully with his one eye; and Moody, as he more nearly approached the coming golden age, hated more deeply than ever those who still kept possession of what he so coveted.
But she wasn't mine then, and I knew it, and she knew it ... and now at last we understand each other." He looked at me shyly, and then glanced about the bare cold cell. "The setting isn't worthy of her, I know; she was meant for glories I can't give her; but beautiful things, my dear Finney, like beautiful spirits, live in houses not made with hands..."
Some, who it seemed had followed Finney from his last place of preaching, were talking excitedly concerning the work of God which he had wrought there. On every face solemnity was written, and stories were being told of one and another who in his recent meetings had "fallen under the power of God." When Finney ascended the pulpit Susannah forgot all else.
"I'd have done what I could for you, anyhow, Carrots, but I do wish I could find him," he added, sorrowfully. "What's his name?" inquired Carrots. "Jack Finney." "What?" exclaimed the boy, staring at Theodore as if he could not believe his ears. "Jack Finney," repeated Theo, wonderingly. "Well, I never! Tode I'm Jack Finney." "You?" cried Theodore, starting up excitedly. "You Mrs.
Finney spoke of my husband's Church, and he lent the weight of his influence to very evil slanders that are constantly repeated about us by those who have not sought to know the truth. He did us great injury by stirring up the roughest of the people to violence. Mr.
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