酷兔英语

章节正文

``The trustees seemed much impressed, and it
turned out that they were far more impressed

than I could possibly have hoped, for in a few
days one of them came to me and said that he

thought it would be an excellent idea to buy a
lot on Broad Street--the very lot on which the

building now stands.'' It was characteristic of
Dr. Conwell that he did not point out, what every

one who knows him would understand, that it was
his own inspiration put into the trustees which

resulted in this quick and definite move on the
part of one of them. ``I talked the matter over

with the owner of the property, and told him of
the beginning of the fund, the story of the little

girl. The man was not one of our church, nor
in fact, was he a church-goer at all, but he listened

attentively to the tale of the fifty-seven cents
and simply said he was quite ready to go ahead

and sell us that piece of land for ten thousand
dollars, taking--and the unexpectedness of this

deeply touched me taking a first payment of just
fifty-seven cents and letting the entire balance

stand on a five-per-cent. mortgage!
``And it seemed to me that it would be the

right thing to accept this unexpectedly liberal
proposition, and I went over the entire matter

on that basis with the trustees and some of the
other members, and all the people were soon

talking of having a new church. But it was not
done in that way, after all, for, fine though that

way would have been, there was to be one still
finer.

``Not long after my talk with the man who
owned the land, and his surprisingly good-hearted

proposition, an exchange was arranged for me one
evening with a Mount Holly church, and my wife

went with me. We came back late, and it was
cold and wet and miserable, but as we approached

our home we saw that it was all lighted from
top to bottom, and it was clear that it was full

of people. I said to my wife that they seemed to
be having a better time than we had had, and we

went in, curious to know what it was all about.
And it turned out that our absence had been

intentionally arranged, and that the church people
had gathered at our home to meet us on our return.

And I was utterly amazed, for the spokesman
told me that the entire ten thousand dollars

had been raised and that the land for the church
that I wanted was free of debt. And all had come

so quickly and directly from that dear little girl's
fifty-seven cents.''

Doesn't it seem like a fairy tale! But then this
man has all his life been making fairy tales into

realities. He inspired the child. He inspired the
trustees. He inspired the owner of the land. He

inspired the people.
The building of the great church--the Temple

Baptist Church, as it is termed--was a great
undertaking for the congregation; even though

it had been swiftly growing from the day of Dr.
Conwell's takingcharge of it, it was something

far ahead of what, except in the eyes of an enthusiast,
they could possibly complete and pay for

and support. Nor was it an easy task.
Ground was broken for the building in 1889,

in 1891 it was opened for worship, and then
came years of raising money to clear it. But it

was long ago placed completely out of debt, and
with only a single large subscription--one of ten

thousand dollars--for the church is not in a
wealthy neighborhood, nor is the congregation

made up of the great and rich.
The church is built of stone, and its interior

is a great amphitheater. Special attention has
been given to fresh air and light; there is nothing

of the dim, religious light that goes with medieval
churchliness. Behind the pulpit are tiers of seats

for the great chorus choir. There is a large organ.
The building is peculiarly adapted for hearing

and seeing, and if it is not, strictly speaking,
beautiful in itself, it is beautiful when it is filled

with encircling rows of men and women.
Man of feeling that he is, and one who

appreciates the importance of symbols, Dr. Conwell
had a heart of olive-wood built into the front of the

pulpit, for the wood was from an olive-tree in the
Garden of Gethsemane. And the amber-colored

tiles in the inner walls of the church bear, under
the glaze, the names of thousands of his people;

for every one, young or old, who helped in the
building, even to the giving of a single dollar, has

his name inscribed there. For Dr. Conwell wished
to show that it is not only the house of the Lord,

but also, in a keenly personal sense, the house of
those who built it.

The church has a possible seating capacity of
4,200, although only 3,135 chairs have been put

in it, for it has been the desire not to crowd the
space needlessly. There is also a great room for

the Sunday-school, and extensive rooms for the
young men's association, the young women's

association, and for a kitchen, for executive offices,
for meeting-places for church officers and boards

and committees. It is a spacious and practical
and complete church home, and the people feel

at home there.
``You see again,'' said Dr. Conwell, musingly,

``the advantage of aiming at big things. That
building represents $109,000 above ground. It

is free from debt. Had we built a small church, it
would now be heavily mortgaged.''

IV
HIS POWER AS ORATOR AND PREACHER

EVEN as a young man Conwell won local fame
as an orator. At the outbreak of the Civil

War he began making patriotic speeches that
gained enlistments. After going to the front he

was sent back home for a time, on furlough, to
make more speeches to draw more recruits, for his

speeches were so persuasive, so powerful, so full
of homely and patriotic feeling, that the men who

heard them thronged into the ranks. And as a
preacher he uses persuasion, power, simple and

homelyeloquence, to draw men to the ranks of
Christianity.

He is an orator born, and has developed this
inborn power by the hardest of study and thought

and practice. He is one of those rare men who
always seize and hold the attention. When he

speaks, men listen. It is quality, temperament,
control--the word is immaterial, but the fact is

very material indeed.
Some quarter of a century ago Conwell published

a little book for students on the study and practice
of oratory. That ``clear-cut articulation is the

charm of eloquence'' is one of his insisted-upon
statements, and it well illustrates the lifelong

practice of the man himself, for every word as
he talks can be heard in every part of a large building,

yet always he speaks without apparent effort.
He avoids ``elocution.'' His voice is soft-pitched

and never breaks, even now when he is over
seventy, because, so he explains it, he always

speaks in his natural voice. There is never a
straining after effect.

``A speaker must possess a large-hearted regard
for the welfare of his audience,'' he writes, and

here again we see Conwell explaining Conwellism.
``Enthusiasm invites enthusiasm,'' is another of his

points of importance; and one understands that
it is by deliberate purpose, and not by chance,

that he tries with such tremendous effort to put
enthusiasm into his hearers with every sermon

and every lecture that he delivers.
``It is easy to raise a laugh, but dangerous, for

it is the greatest test of an orator's control of his
audience to be able to land them again on the

solid earth of sober thinking.'' I have known
him at the very end of a sermon have a ripple of

laughter sweep freely over the entire congregation,
and then in a moment he has every individual

under his control, listening soberly to his words.
He never fears to use humor, and it is always

very simple and obvious and effective. With him
even a very simple pun may be used, not only with-

out taking away from the strength of what he is
saying, but with a vivid increase of impressiveness.

And when he says something funny it is
in such a delightful and confidential way, with

such a genial, quiet, infectious humorousness, that
his audience is captivated. And they never think

that he is telling something funny of his own;
it seems, such is the skill of the man, that he is

just letting them know of something humorous
that they are to enjoy with him.

``Be absolutelytruthful and scrupulously clear,''
he writes; and with delightfully terse common

sense, he says, ``Use illustrations that illustrate''--
and never did an orator live up to this injunction

more than does Conwell himself. Nothing is more
surprising, nothing is more interesting, than the

way in which he makes use as illustrations of the
impressions and incidents of his long and varied

life, and, whatever it is, it has direct and instant
bearing on the progress of his discourse. He will

refer to something that he heard a child say in a
train yesterday; in a few minutes he will speak

of something that he saw or some one whom he
met last month, or last year, or ten years ago--

in Ohio, in California, in London, in Paris, in
New York, in Bombay; and each memory, each

illustration, is a hammer with which he drives
home a truth.

The vast number of places he has visited and
people he has met, the infinitevariety of things his

observant eyes have seen, give him his ceaseless
flow of illustrations, and his memory and his

skill make admirable use of them. It is seldom
that he uses an illustration from what he has

read; everything is, characteristically, his own.


文章标签:名著  

章节正文