Some of Billy Sunday’s prayers during his Richmond, Indiana revival campaign

Wednesday Night’s Prayer

Image from the Richmond Palladium, June 4, 1922.

Say Jesus, bless this great throng that has come here from office and shop and store, our friends, the Friends, our friends, the Lutherans and your friends, the Friends and Lutherans, Baptists and Presbyterian and United Brethren and Episcopalians. Hear us, Lord. We are here tonight to praise Thy name and we are here to know what to do to please Thee and to displease the devil. The devil has never done any good for this old world. May we say to the devil, ‘You have made every jail and every penitentiary. You have been the blight on this earth.’ We do pray that the glory and the power of the Lord may fall upon this audience and upon this community and upon the country round about until God shall have glory and the devil shall be beaten back until heaven shall ring and shout with joy until hell will mutter and grumble and growl. O God, that the people may say with the help of the Lord, good bye to the devil and the devil call a conclave of all the lost spirits, and they say, ‘What can we do to check the great Bible talk, that we may tear the people away from the church, may they fall from the Bible, from Christianity and from truth.’ Hear us, our God, we beseech You, the Friends here and the Lutherans, and all may everybody walk down here and say, ‘Here is my hand, my heart, my pledge to live out and out for God, have family prayer in the home, to do the right, Lord, to be faithful in my attendance, to do everything I can to help the cause of the Lord. O Lord, with Your help, I will put out of my life everything that is a hindrance and a detriment to me. I will take my ground and I will live the way I ought to live.’ Hear us, bless and keep us, our Lord. Can we say, ‘It is well with Thee?’ Not if we are away from God. Is it well with my husband? Not if he is away from Christ. Is it well with thy child? Not if it does not know Jesus Christ. And it does not hear from your lips a prayer and if you do not try to turn it in the way it ought to live. Hear us Our God, for Jesus’ sake.

Cited from: The Richmond Item. Thu, May 04, 1922 · Page 7

Mr. Sunday’s Thursday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, this is Thursday, Lord and the third week. Thank You for them, thank You for the great interest of the people. Thank You for their attention, thank You for their gifts, thank You for their contributions which almost total enough for You to pay Your debts Lord, and the treasurer will pay them. We thank You for the hundreds who have pressed down the aisles, whether to renew their vows or take their stand for the Lord, we don’t know which. That is between them and the Lord. That is none of my business. We thank You for the help that has been given by the ministers, the ushers, the doorkeepers, secretaries and all, and the committeemen and the committeewomen and for the delegations that have been here from this city and from the country round about. And Lord tonight here are the Masons, here the Junior Order United American Mechanics and their auxiliary, and our friends down there from Campbellstown. They have been here once before, Jesus. I pray Thee they will come and take their stand. Wouldn’t it be great to have every Mason, Lord, tonight, just walk down and say, ‘Here is my hand. I want to take my stand for Jesus.’ They can’t enter the lodge without acknowledging Christ. They can’t even wear that white plume. They can’t draw that sword, can’t wear the badge of Knight Templar without believing in Jesus Christ and the Cross and the Resurrection and the empty sepulchre without looking heavenward. No sir. Over the threshold and over the entrance to every Knight Templar they say, ‘No infidel can come in here. No unitarian can come in here. Nobody who denies the deity of Jesus Christ or the resurrection of Jesus Christ can come in here. Help them Lord, to take this last degree. Some of them have taken the 32nd degree and some of them have taken the 3rd degree and some of them have taken the 33rd degree, Lord. We meet a few of them here and there, Lord. We have one here that God wants to bestow and when God gives that Lord, then they have the pass-word for heaven. Help them to walk down, even if they are in the church, Jesus, to say, ‘Here is my hand. I want to be the kind of a Christian so that wherever I go people will smile and they will forget their sorrows and their crosses and they will think, O God, that is the kind of a Christian I want to be. I want to come and openly and publicly confess my faith, Lord, because I want to be that kind of a Christian for God.’ Help the Junior order, Jesus, lead with that flag, standing for the principles for which they stand, for the Bible, Lord and for true Americanism, hundred per cent. And our friends from Campbellstown, help them to come. Wouldn’t it be great, God, just to see the members of the Masonic lodge that are here and the Junior order and the Masons, and friends from Campbellstown to walk down here and avow their faith in the Lord, and willing to serve Him and do his will. Help them our Lord, we pray. Hear us for Jesus’ sake.

Cited from: The Richmond Item. Fri, May 05, 1922 ·Page 7

Mr. Sunday’s Saturday Night Prayer

Say, Jesus, have I made it plain? If I have not I ask your forgiveness and pardon. I have tried hard to do it and tried to make it clear for this audience that have come because I know they wanted to hear. Say, Jesus, I believe I have preached what You have revealed in Your word, too, though there may be some that don’t agree. That is not my fault. There are a lot of people that don’t agree with God. There are a lot of people that don’t agree with Jesus. There are a lot of people say You are not the Son of God. That is not Your fault. That does not change the fact. You are, whether they believe it or not. We have preached Your truth and You have revealed it to the people.

Now Lord, here we are nearly in the closing of this third week. When we go out of here we will say good night for the third week, and on tomorrow, Lord, we will have the beginning of the fourth week with people coming from Columbus, Indianapolis, Dayton, Cincinnati, Charleston and places ’round about and out in the country, Lord, and people here in the city will pour from their homes, old, young, rich and poor, and will flock here Lord, and fill the building and we will try to preach for You three times if You will give us mental and physical strength.

O Lord, I don’t know tonight, there must be hundreds of men and women here who will say, ‘I will tell You what I will do, I will join You in a promise that I will be ready if Jesus Christ comes before I die and I am transformed while I am alive, I will be ready to be transformed. If I am in the grave I promise You that I will so live that I will be among the first that will arise. That when He bursts on the earth that I will have lived so that I will have a part in the first resurrection. I will not live the life so that I will not be left in the grave, for there will be nobody left in the grave but sinners. I will promise You I will pledge You so that I will be transformed if I am alive and I will be resurrected if I am dead.’ Hallelujah to God! Comfort one another with these words. Help us, Jesus, help us, we pray. I will promise, Lord, with all my heart and soul.

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Sun, May 07, 1922 ·Page 7

Mr. Sunday’s Sunday Night Prayer

Say, Jesus, I don’t know what more to say. Lord, I know I haven’t said it all. No, no. But I don’t know what more to say. I don’t know what argument to use, or simile or metaphor. If men and women are not willing to accept this great salvation and this promise of life and mercy when we see all He has done and all He can do for us, and stop to think of His leaning from heaven to look at us, to send the Holy Spirit, to send preachers, to send the tabernacle—O God, what am I going to do? I don’t know. Multitudes of people are here. People have come from this town and ’round about by the thousands—and our good friends here—take them back safe, as You brought them, so help the train despatcher that no flange may break, no side rod, or any trouble, Lord. Help them all along the highway of life from here until heaven, that they may have no breakdown. Help the bridge of salvation to hold when they cross over the river of temptation. Help them, Lord, as they pull into the dark tunnel of death. Bless them, God, that the glimmering eye of God’s love can shine at the other end and say: ‘Come on, I am with you. There are two ends to it, you don’t stop here.’

So Jesus, be with us, we pray, this great throng of men and women who know what the way of death is. Lord, we can write that whole thing and go out of here saying: ‘O know what the end is. It will be heaven, salvation, Jesus Christ, God, angels, wife, mother, the redeemed. Hallelujah!’

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 09, 1922 ·Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Tuesday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, I don’t know what more to say. I don’t know but what I should just say, ‘Well now, you let me go, because what more could I do?’ Every sermon I preach, Jesus, I have come to the point where I say, ‘Now are you willing and ready to accept Jesus the best you know how and serve Him and keep His commandments?’

Lord, I believe there are people here tonight, hundreds of them, who will say, ‘Yes, I pledge and I am going to do my best for God.’ As the scriptures saith, ‘Not according to what a man hath not, but according to what he hath.’ The best I can do may not be the best that man out there can do and the best for that man may not be the best I can do, or any other.

We pray for our friends from Lewisville. We pray for our friends, the Spanish-American War Veterans. We pray for the Rotary club. We pray, Lord, for all the delegations that have come. And the Methodists, we pray Lord Jesus, they will all say, ‘I will do God’s will from now on the best I know how,’ in their homes, in their offices, in their stores, wherever the providence of God calls. May they say, ‘I want not only the good, but I want the best, not going to be satisfied with what I have, I want something beyond where I am. I am for you, God.’ So Lord, the great blessing will come to us if we will do Your will.

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 10, 1922 ·Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Afternoon Prayer

Dear Jesus, I don’t want to lie; I don’t want to swear; I don’t want to steal; I don’t want to get down on my knees to tell you about those things. I want to be positive. Help us today; help them tonight; help the people to walk down here tonight and help us all as long as we are here. Oh Jesus, we are now on the fourth week and we are amazed and staggered at things. Soon we will be talking in the past tense; the tabernacle will not be standing here. Lord bless the Rotary who we spoke to at the hotel today. They will be here tonight with their wives. The clerks will be here and for those who are now present hear and help us. Then the Methodists will be here tonight. And those from all over the country, Lord who have shown such great interest. So many came from so far away. They had a good thing and they wanted to tell the others about it Lord. Lead us all for Jesus’ sake, amen.

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 10, 1922 ·Page 7

Mr. Sunday’s Wednesday Night Prayer

Say, Jesus they have been trying. Bob Ingersoll tried it, Tom Paine tried it, Dideraux tried it, Strauss tried it, Mills, Tyndall, Huxley, Darwin, Spencer, they all tried it. There have been millions of them tried it, but none can ever do it, none of them in the world, because there is no fault there. But Jesus, when you look down from the battlements of heaven, You can find fault with us, You can find fault with me, You can find fault with Hirget (of Cincinnati), You can find fault with Rae (Presbyterian minister), You can find fault with Brown (Friends minister), You can find fault with all the bishops, You can find fault with all the presiding elders, You can find fault with the deacons, You can find fault with the elders and stewards. You can find fault with the prudential committee men, You can find fault with the Sunday school officers and teachers, You can find fault with the memberships of the churches, You can find fault with the choir, You can find fault with the ushers, You can find fault with the doorkeepers, You can find fault with Rody, Bob, Mrs. Asher, Rapp, Miss Kinney and Pete, You can find fault with all of us Lord. There is no fault in You, Jesus, not a fault. There never will be. Help this mass of people to be willing to say, ‘Lord, help us to pray. I will be what You want me to be, full of zeal for You, because I believe in You. I believe in God. I believe in salvation by faith in Christ. I believe in the judgment. I believe in a blessed God.’ Say Lord, I want to see men and women saved in the church. I want to see them zealous for the Lord. Wouldn’t it be great, Lord, to see every man and woman, here present, the Presbyterians, whether United, or First or Second, whether they come, Lord, down from Portland or wherever they come from, College Corner, wouldn’t it be great to see them all walk down and say, ‘There is no guesswork in it, I know. You cannot find any fault in Him. I know You can find fault with me because I have sinned. I want to be the best man You can make me, so I give You my heart.’ So, Jesus help us all tonight to pledge ourselves to live for God. We know, that no matter who we may be, if we grudged against, no matter what our sin may be, if we come and are willing to confess, He says, ‘I will forgive it.’ So, Jesus, we can’t ask for anything better than that. You don’t condemn us absolutely. We condemn ourselves. You have forgiven me, You have set me. Now I want to come up and give myself to You and try to get other people to give themselves to the Lord. So, Lord, help us tonight. May many of this throng say, ‘I find no fault in Him.’

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 11, 1922 ·Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Thursday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, this is the fourth week of the campaign and it is Thursday. Friday night will be farmers’ night. Help Lord, the different delegations, our friends, the Baptists, the United Brethren, the Disciples and those from Dayton. Help them, Lord, in the office, factory, store and choir. Help them, we pray on the street, the farm, wherever we are. O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h Jesus, hear us that we may beat the devil to it and when he comes to accuse us we will be able to say ‘Too late it is all fixed up.’

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 12, 1922 ·Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Prayer Sunday Morning

Say Jesus, say blessed Holy Spirit, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, here we are in Richmond this beautiful, beautiful May morning that you made especially for us, it seems to me. It is not hot. It is not cold. The sun is shining and everything perfect, Lord. Fine for the farmer, fine for the business man, fine, Lord God, for the educator and for people of all classes.

Oh, God, we all depend upon the sunshine and rain. We depend upon the farmer to plant and to harvest, Lord, and without that we would starve. We depend upon You, Jesus, for all our food.

Lord, keep in check the potato bugs and the blight and the chinch bugs that eat up the wheat and the boll weevil that eats the cotton and help to ward off every insect everywhere, Lord, and the green aphid which will attack the apple. Don’t let the boll weevil destroy the cotton crops of the South and don’t, we pray, the chinch bugs and rust cut down the wheat fields of North Dakota and Minnesota. Don’t allow the insects to come and destroy the corn and grain. We are perfectly helpless. Don’t allow the potato bugs to eat the vines so that when we pull up the vines there will be nothing whatever to eat. Don’t allow the cholera to slay the hogs. Don’t allow the lion jaw, Lord, to carry away the cattle.

We are perfectly helpless and let us say, ‘Don’t allow the devil to carry the manhood and womanhood of Richmond, the young men and women.’ Don’t allow men to damn men with their lies, deceptions and outrage. Oh, God, hear us, we beseech Thee.

It seems to me the devil has dug enough graves. It seems to me he has made enough drunkards. It seems to me he has made enough prostitutes. It seems to me he has made enough whore-mongers. It seems to me he has made enough infidels. It seems to me he has dug enough graves. It seems to me he has carved enough epitaphs on tombstones. It seems to me he has drawn blood enough from human hearts to make another sea.

Oh—h—h—h—h, God, and Jesus, and Holy Ghost, make bare Your mighty arm and break the fires of hell. May the people of the churches say, ‘Me for God, me for salvation. Me for Christian salvation. I intend to be here, Lord, in these last two weeks, afternoons and evenings. Help me, God, to win others to Christ. As members of the Masonic lodge, we will win every man in the lodge. As members of the Kiwanis and Rotary clubs, and all others, here, the Odd Fellows, Knights of Pythias, the Commercial club, the men and women of society—may we win them all to Christ.’

Hear us, we pray for salvation for the people of the Starr Piano factory, for those of the McGuire lawn mower works, for those of the Atlas Underwear. For all those down at the City Hall, every member of the police department and fire department. We pray for Earlhurst, for every officer and member of the faculty, every student that they will come down here in delegations, and every member of the high school, every teacher, every boy and every girl will be won for Jesus Christ. May we pray every officer at the courthouse until every county official will be won for God.

Hear us, and we will praise Thee forever, in the name of Jesus, whom, having not seen, we love. Hallelujah.

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 16, 1922 ·Page 6

Sunday Night Prayer

Say, Jesus, I feel so distressingly inadequate that I just feel like apologizing to You and to this audience for what I have tried to say, because any human being that tries to muster his or her wisdom, or knowledge, or eloquence, or voice, or personality to talk about You and Your plan of redemption, staggers back, and says: “Oh, how weak the combined efforts of man. How far beyond man’s greatest conception is the wonderful love of God to this old world.”

Oh, Jesus, I wish I knew of some argument, some metaphor, some simile, some illustration, comparison, Lord, something that I might be able to say or do that would lead men and women to accept of Jesus Christ, something that I might do that would bring every man and woman off this platform that is not a Christian, that is simply in a church but knows they are not Christians, that are not living for God, and the people down yonder, every usher, every doorkeeper, that everyone of them would walk down and take their stand for Jesus Christ and say, “Here is my life for God, my life for Jesus Christ from now on.”

Hear us, our Father in Heaven, as we swing into the fifth week of this campaign. Lord, You have done great things. This campaign is like a huge magnet. It has pulled thousands of people from the mountains of Virginia and West Virginia and away down in South Carolina. A man said to me today, “I have come 500 miles to hear you.” But I know some people in Richmond that haven’t come five blocks.

So, Jesus, help us for trying to do Your will. We have tried to let the people know of Jesus Christ the Lord, all through our life. We have never preached anything else. They can go back and check up on us, can’t they, Jesus? We have never done anything else but cry for world repentance. We never will do anything else, Lord, but cry for a world repentant until our friends will read in the Associated Press despatches, “Well, Bill has gone to the Lord.” When they do they may know that about the last thing I will know is: “Well, I have played the game of life fairly. I have tried to keep out of the error column. I have tried to make a few sacrifice hits. I have touched all the bases, and now I have reached home.”

Thank You, Lord, for the multitudes that are going to believe before we say goodbye to Richmond and hurry to the mountains of Tennessee to preach Jesus Christ to the people there that are waiting, and they say people have been converted now, already, in anticipation of the coming campaign just three weeks away.

So, hear us, lead us, guide us. Help hundreds of men and women to walk down the aisles tonight and take their stand for Christ, the people inside here. Lord, and the people outside here, every night, the people behind us here, and on the platform, and the people that have stood outside, and didn’t come in because it was a little cooler there. Help them all tonight to take their stand for Jesus Christ and say: “Here is my heart, here is my hand, to serve Him the best I know how from this time on.” Hallelujah.

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 16, 1922 ·Page 7

Mr. Sunday’s Tuesday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, it is true that there is a heaven. There is a hell. It is true that You are the Son of God. It is true that God is God. It is true that the Bible is the Word of God. It is true that we cannot save ourselves. It is true that we must have a supernatural Saviour. It is true You are that supernatural Saviour. It is true that there is a day of judgment. It is true, Lord, that there is a heaven for the saved. It is true that there is a hell for the unsaved. It is true You are revealed to us in this Book we call the Bible. It is true that we have the freedom of our choice of accepting or rejecting You.

Oh God, surely people must be interested or they wouldn’t have come from New Paris in that great delegation and from Winchester, and those who came from Lynn. As we came through it today we looked out and saw the name there on the depot where we crossed that other railroad—I don’t know which one it is—and didn’t think they would be down here tonight. And every one of these other towns, “Eaton, is it Rodey?” “Yes”—(Rodey.) And the young men that came in there tonight, and the delegation of West Side people and those of the citizens of Richmond. Lord, help me pray, Oh God. Help us, we beseech of Thee, for the people here from these different delegations, that they are here to take their stand for God and “Whatsoever things are true.” All these things are true, that the Bible is the Word of God. It is true we must be saved by faith in Jesus Christ. It is true, Lord, so that being true may no man or woman go out, Lord, tonight, blessed God, and not come down here to take their stand. Help them, Lord, to come and our friends from New Paris and from Winchester, help them (and what other town?) Oh yes, Boston, Eaton, Lynn, the students and boys and the West Side and the people here from Richmond. Help them, Lord, that there may be scores of them walk down the aisle and take their stand for Christ and by so doing ally themselves on the side of God, on the side of righteousness, on the side of the church and Jesus Christ, and all that is right, and all that is noble in the world, the best in this world, then the best in the world to come.

Hear us, and we will praise You forever, through Jesus, our Saviour, who said, “Whatsoever things are true, think on these things.”

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Wed, May 17, 1922 ·Page 1

Mr. Sunday’s Thursday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, I wish I could make it plainer. I wish I could make it so plain that not a man or woman, Lord, from the Starr Piano, not a man or woman from any delegation, the farmers, merchants, bankers, school teachers, scholars, not a man or woman here tonight would go out without giving their hearts to Jesus. I wish I could do that, Lord, every time I preach. I try hard to do it, Lord. If I fail it is not because I haven’t the ambition nor desire, Lord, but it is because—well, I don’t know why, Lord. My head may not be equivalent, or my heart, or something, the stubbornness of the minds of men and women and they won’t yield to Jesus. Help them, we pray, to come for we know Thou art here. Though we can not see You, no, but You are here, Lord, in Your power and Your spirit. We can’t see the air but we know it is here. We wouldn’t argue for a minute to convince anybody that air is here, although we can’t see it, we are breathing it. We know, Lord Jesus, it is true that though we can’t see You we know You are here because You have said: ‘Where two or three are gathered together in My name I am with them.’

We pray for this vast throng that nearly fills the tabernacle and although the weather is threatening and a little inclement, we thank You, Lord, for keeping back the rain, and keep it back until they get home. Before they go home we pray that hundreds may walk down and give You their hearts and give their hands and say: ‘Here is my pledge and my promise to serve God through faith in Jesus from now on the best I know how.’

Alright, it is up to you. The Richmond Item. Fri, May 19, 1922 · Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Friday Night Prayer

Say, Jesus, You have lighted the light by Your sacrifice on the Cross and by Your love and tenderness and Your great big heart. It is big enough for a world to hide in and shelter there, Lord, like the cove in the harbor when the storm drives the ship from her course to the shelter, Jesus, many a poor sinner has rushed in there and found shelter. I found it, Lord. I have hid in there myself. Lots of poor drunkards have crawled in there. Lots of thieves have crawled in there. Lots of men and women of all classes have crawled in there and we have all felt the cleansing power for all. Now Jesus, what can I do for You? You have given me all this. What can I do for You on this Friday night, the fifth week of this campaign? We pray You to bless these business women that have come, Lord, all the delegation. Jesus, help them to take their stand for Thee, so that therefore You will do for them here tonight in Richmond what You did for David thousands of years ago. Lord, if we will cry You will hear us. You will help us, just as You liked to help us of old. We know, God, if we will call to the Lord He will hear us and will take us out of our trouble. Not only that, but He will take us out of all our guilt, hallelujah to God. He will keep us away from what is bad, so that we won’t want to do it any more. Hear us, Jesus, here tonight.

Alright, it is up to you.

The Richmond Item. Sat, May 20, 1922 · Page 6

Evangelist’s Sunday Afternoon Prayer

Say Jesus, here is a wonderful crowd of people from office, shop, store and farm and countryside and village and city and town, from every nook and corner here. What did they come for? To look at Mary Pickford down at the movies? No. To look at Doug. Fairbanks, Bill Brady, Charlie Ray, Tom Mix? No. What for? They came down here to hear Bill Sunday and listen to him. Why? Because he was preaching Jesus Christ and their hearts want to hear the gospel.

We are glad the old gospel has not lost her power and she never will, hallelujah to God. Human beings are anxious and desirous to see and know about the Lord, so help us, Lord, that none of us may neglect this great salvation. You have provided it at the cost of Jesus Christ. It cost, God, Your great big heart of life and love. It cost suffering. It cost all that. You have offered it to us full, free, perfect and eternal through faith in Jesus Christ.

Help the men and women who stand outside, Lord. I have preached so hard, Jesus, I can hardly stand up so my voice could reach out through the open doors and windows and the boards to the men outside, 15 to 20 feet deep, away out yonder in the street in the rear end of the tabernacle that they hear me preach about Christ.

Help them, we pray, Oh God, that scores of them may say, “Here is my hand, I promise and pledge You that I will live for God through Jesus Christ.”

The Richmond Item. Tue, May 23, 1922 ·Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Sunday Morning Prayer

Say Jesus, I thank You for Your great love. There are men and women here this morning, who, as they sat or stood and listened to me may say, “Well, God, I am sorry I was ever under the right cross. I am sorry that I was ever in that side that represented meanness, enmity, hatred, lying, adultery, boot-legging, theft, cursing, blasphemy and everything that chill the heart of the Man on the Cross, everything that cheers hell and chills heaven.”

Jesus, I thank You that 34 years ago I was freed, Lord, and that I fell and cried, “God be merciful to me, a sinner.” Jesus freed me and kissed away the guilt from my soul. I accepted His redemption that He purchased there on that cross.

Now hear us, blessed God, because I am standing here trying to preach the cross to this vast audience who have come here from office and shop and store and home. They have thronged to this tabernacle, Lord, to hear me preach, to hear the story of Christ and to meet one another in worship and adoration of this great, wonderful God, who created the heavens and the earth, and Jesus Christ, the One altogether sinless who opened His veins on the cross and bathed the world with blood that we might be saved from our guilt, and rejoice in salvation here and the hope set before us in the future, Lord.

Bless us this beautiful day. We thank You for it.

Help this people, Lord God, to lay aside everything they possibly can. Certain things need to be done. We have to eat. We have to sow. We have to run the factories and we have to plow the fields. We have to feed the stock. We have to take care of ourselves—things that have to be done, no matter whether we are Christian or sinner,—because we become Christians, that don’t mean that we have got to stop plowing, that we have got to stop eating, that we can not run the store. No, we have to do that, Jesus, and You know that,—for a man that does not provide for his family is worse than an infidel.

Help them, Lord, when that is done to come to the tabernacle at night and help us, Lord, if we can just arrange things to come here in the closing days for these last meetings, and see wonderful things.

Help every man that wears the white plume. Help every Knight Templar to take a stand for Jesus Christ. I know many, Lord, are Christians, but God, it won’t hurt them to again renew their vow, renew their covenant with Thee, and take their stand for the Lord.

Help us, Lord and we will never cease praising Thee, in the name of Jesus, our Saviour.

The Richmond Item. Tue, May 23, 1922 ·Page 7

Mr. Sunday’s Sunday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, we are swinging into the last week now. I needn’t have told You that. You know that.

I want to thank You Lord, for the five weeks that have become history, and for what I may have been privileged to do in Thy name and for the cause of Jesus Christ. I have pleaded, Lord, and I have preached to the very limit of my physical and mental strength.

I wish I could quit, Lord, when I am through here in Richmond, and go and rest, but I have to go down in Tennessee and preach, Lord, there for a month, then go up to Winona for a few days before I can go out west to rest.

Lord—I know I will get by somehow but I don’t know how, but You have promised to renew my strength as the eagles, so Jesus, I pray that You will help and hear us.

This great crowd tonight, a great many have been here all day long, morning, afternoon and evening and they are planning to drive home, Lord. It would be sad to come and stay all day and then not go home a Christian—to make that journey and go back without Jesus Christ. So, Lord, help men and women to take their stand. People on their way home, when they have grit and courage to drop down into the street, with raiment scintillating in electric light or a million diamonds and with drawn sword uplifted, should stop the automobile and say, “Wait a minute—have you solved the problem, what will it profit a man if he gain the world and lose his soul? You have been up to the tabernacle and you had your chance and you didn’t accept it.”

Oh God, we pray Thou wilt help us here! It is appointed unto man once to die and after death the judgment. We can all settle it now so that in that time we will not be afraid of the judgment. I am not afraid, Lord, whenever the time comes, but I don’t want it to come any sooner than You have it planned out, Lord and I don’t want to go yet awhile. Let me stay longer, will You, Lord?

I am feeling good, Jesus. I’m hitting on all six, so help me to stay a little bit longer. I want to preach for You and I want to give the devil an awful run for his money, Lord. Let me stay—I don’t know how long, Jesus, and I will go for all the power I have for You, for Your cause.

Hear us tonight and help this crowd. I may not see some of them until next Sunday and I may not see any of them then. I may see their pictures in the newspapers. Then I will begin to wonder, Lord, did they take their stand when they were in the tabernacle. Is that man safe or that woman?

So Jesus, I have done my utmost. Now help them, Lord, tonight. Bless them, Spirit of God. Help them to have grit and courage to get up and come down, come from the platform. Help them to be brave enough to come on time. If any of the men or women in the audience have taken their stand yet, may they do it now, so the last week they can do so much for Jesus Christ. May they come tonight and may all of the ushers and secretaries that want to take their stand but haven’t yet done so, may come tonight.

The Richmond Item. Tue, May 23, 1922 ·Page 7

Mr. Sunday’s Tuesday Night Prayer

Our Father, here we are on Tuesday night of the sixth week and I have been preaching Thy truth; telling how the Pharisees, Lord, committed sin because they rejected all evidence that You brought them and how men and women are doing likewise today because they reject all evidence that God can bring them through sermon and mind and memory and conscience and all the various ways that God appeals to them.

Thank you for this great audience that came from near and far. Men have ploughed all day in the field, Lord, and they come to this tabernacle, some of them 15 or 20 miles. They will take an hour, maybe an hour and a half going home and will have to get up early in the morning while many of you are still asleep. They will go out into the field to plow, or to sow, or to the factory, wherever they go they will remember what I have said and the memory of that will ring through their ears.

Oh Jesus, I don’t know what more I could do. Holy Spirit of God, go up and down the aisles and in and out among the seats. Go to the people that stand. Speak to the heart of that old man. He won’t have many more chances, Lord. It won’t be very long before the sands in the hour glass of time will soon sift for him. Go to that old woman, Lord, go to that buoyant young man and young woman. Go to the business man. Go to the people, Lord, with the dew of youth on their brow in the very noon-tide of their prosperity and health and intellectual faculty and power.

Oh, Spirit of God, go—wait a minute. Don’t go back to heaven yet, because we hope and pray to God that You will take back with You the names of scores and scores of men and women who will accept Jesus as their Saviour and that the angels will be kept until midnight crossing off names from the old book of sin and transferring them to the Lamb’s Book of Life.

I expect there is a mother up in heaven looking down and saying, “Is that my boy standing to his feet?”

“Yes.”

“Is that my girl. Has she a desire? Praise God. If there is anything I can do, Lord, I would fly down from heaven. I would speak to her in my own voice, Lord. If I had that privilege I would do it.”

So, Jesus, they haven’t the privilege and they won’t do that. So help them to believe God and to accept of Jesus their Saviour. Hear us our Father in heaven.

The Richmond Item. Wed, May 24, 1922 ·Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Wednesday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, this is Wednesday night. You know that I am in Richmond. You know that. I have been preaching the Truth and You know that, because You have checked up on every word. You have checked up on all I have said and it is written down, and when I get to heaven You will say:

“Bill, did you preach the truth?”

“Yes sir, I did.”

“Did you tell those people that God was God and that Jesus Christ was the Only Begotten Son of God?”

“I did.”

“Did you speak of the Holy Ghost, Bill?”

“I did.”

“That He died on the Cross and that salvation is won by faith in his substitutionary death?”

“I did.”

“Did you tell them there was a personal devil?”

“I did.”

“That he deceives people and is the cause of murder, lying, adultery, corruption and infamy that blight and scourge the world?”

“I did.”

“Did you tell them of the presence of the Holy Ghost to convict the world of sin and of judgment?”

“I did.”

“Did you tell them the Holy Spirit had no blood?”

“Yes.”

“Did you tell them there was a hell?”

“I did. Yes, Lord, You can check there on me in Richmond and You will find lots of hell in there. I believe there is a hell. I told them they would go to hell.”

“Did you tell them they would get out?”

“No, I didn’t. I told them they would stay there forever.”

“That’s right.”

“Did you tell them if they would think good thoughts, keep good company, do philanthropic deeds, it would save them?”

“No. I told them they were liars, that it wouldn’t save them.”

“That’s right.”

“Did you tell them that matter is non-existent. That there is no such thing in a body?”

“I told them that there is not such a thing.”

“Did you tell them that Christian Science is a fraud?”

“I did.”

“That’s right, Bill.”

“Did you tell them that there was a heaven?”

“Yes sir, and I told them it was a beautiful place that had twelve gates and that each gate was made out of pearls and I told them the foundations of the city were precious stones and I told them that there was a river flowed through and a tree and that the leaves were for the healing of the nations and that the streets were paved with gold. I told them if they ever got there they would never get out, and if they got to hell they would never get out, although if they got to hell they could look over into heaven and see its beauty there.”

“Did you tell them if they would accept Jesus they would be saved?”

“Yes. I told them everything, Jesus. I told them, Lord, all over this country, over these towns and cities, New York, Boston, Richmond, Chicago, Detroit, Buffalo, and in Washington and Baltimore and down in Chattanooga, Tenn., and at Atlanta, Ga., up and down the mountains of Virginia, all through—Richmond, Norfolk. Have preached out there in California. I have preached in Los Angeles, Frisco, Portland, St. Louis, in Dakota, down in Texas, Dallas and Fort Worth. Lord, I have gone up and down. I have preached it in Spartansburg, S. C., and wherever I have gone. I have preached it, Lord, up and down—Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Nebraska and Kansas, Lord. I have told them of Jesus Christ. I have preached to a bunch of Mormons out in Salt Lake City. I preached to them Jesus, in Seattle, Billingham and Tacoma and I told them that there was nobody but Jesus Christ could save. But I have never been up in Milwaukee yet. I haven’t told them up there yet. I hope I may get a chance to go up there in Columbus, Lord, and I am going to Dayton and tell them that Christ is God.”

“What can I do to be saved? Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.”

The Richmond Item. Thu, May 25, 1922 · Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Thursday Night Prayer

Say, Jesus, this is Thursday night of the sixth week of the campaign. We all knew it would come if our lives were spared and You didn’t come. We preached about Your coming but You haven’t come and I didn’t tell them You would for I didn’t know anything about it.

Now Lord, we have come to Thursday. Here is a great delegation of men and women, Lord, and they have come from the country and towns round about, from labor in the fields, and labor in the factory, office, shop and store, and college and school—they are here tonight; old and young; rich and poor; black and white; native and foreign born; male and female; aged and decrepit; all conditions, Lord, of servitude of the devil. This man has his trouble. This woman has that trouble; and this one that one. No matter what they are, Jesus, You know all about it. You are able to forgive us our sin. Isn’t it wonderful!

Here are the Odd Fellows tonight, with their cardinal principles of Friendship, Love and Truth.

Say, Jesus, You know all about it. You showed them real friendship. What would the world be if we had no friends, Lord? Wouldn’t it be an awful hell?

Love sent Jesus into the world. Love called Him and caused Him to suffer on the cross. Love caused the hearts of men to turn unto Thee. Oh Lord, what a world we would have without love—wouldn’t it be different?

Then Truth—that is what I am preaching. I am preaching the doctrine of truth—the truth that God is God, and the only God; that Jesus Christ is the Son of God; the truth that the Bible is the Word of God; the truth that there is salvation for the saved and a hell for the lost; the truth of the personality of the devil and of the Holy Spirit.

Oh Lord, it is all there in the Bible—Friendship, Love and Truth. Help them to stand for it, our God. The band across their shoulders exemplifies the spirit of the Good Samaritan, Lord, of David and Jonathan.

Oh Christ, it ought to be that they, believing what they believe, every one of them ought to be in the church.

Why should any man be a member of the Masonic lodge, the Odd Fellows, Woodmen, the Junior Order United American Mechanics, Elks, or any lodge and then not be in the church? Oh God, the great principle of Christianity is what established every one of them.

Where did the Odd Fellows get their doctrine? Only out of the Bible. Where did Masonry if they didn’t get it out of the Bible?

Why not let us all link up our principles with the church and make this world a better world than we have lived in?

Lord, do great things in these last days for Richmond. Isn’t it a beautiful town, Lord? I don’t know if You would open the windows of heaven and tell the angels to jump down on the most beautiful spot in Indiana, the first would be Winona and the second, I think this side Richmond, they would jump down in the middle of Richmond. I think they would land right down here in the middle of this block across the street—I don’t know who lives there, but they would land right in the middle of that. That is a pretty spot.

If they missed that, I think the angels would jump right through the roof of the tabernacle as about the best spot in Richmond.

Help all the people here to take their stand for God and say, ‘Here is my hand and Here is my heart to serve You, Lord, from now to the grace of God.’

The Richmond Item. Fri, May 26, 1922 ·Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Friday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, I don’t know what more I can say. I haven’t said it all. I know that much but I don’t know what argument I can use, or illustration, or metaphor, or simile. I don’t know, Lord, what I could do to appeal to reason, conscience, sympathy, emotion, Lord. I don’t know. I have tried from every angle, every viewpoint, Lord, that I know how. Jesus, if I have failed it is from the head, not the heart. Lord, I feel myself inadequate to the opportunity with this vast crowd in this inclement weather. But Jesus, they must have been greatly interested to leave home because the clouds were lowering and it was just spitting a little rain when they started, and Jesus, I am glad they were not afraid. I am glad they did not allow that to deter them from coming.

Oh, Christ, if there is anybody that ought to be a Christian it is the merchant, it is the banker, it is the lawyer, it is the doctor—the people we trust with our lives, trust them with our savings. Help them, if they are not Christians to turn to Thee.

Help this vast crowd. I don’t know who they are—the nurses and the crowd down here, Lord, in the front. I don’t know where these different delegations are from. (Do you know Rodey?) The business men, Lord, many of whom have been so faithful and helped so much.

Help them all to come, Jesus. Wouldn’t it be a great thing when the meetings are over, Lord, you will find the churches crowded with people who have not only become church members, but who have found Jesus Christ and they have come to back up the church. Help us tonight, our Father in heaven. Help them to come—the business men, bankers, nurses to come, and the other delegations that arose when Rodey asked them.

Be Thou with us, our Father in heaven. Lead us for Jesus’ sake.

The Richmond Item. Sat, May 27, 1922 · Page 6

Mr. Sunday’s Saturday Night Prayer

Say Jesus, this is Saturday night, the sixth week. Yes, six weeks ago tonight. Lord—this afternoon at 3:35 we got off of the G. R. & I. train. The mayor was down to meet us, the chief of police and the citizens, Lord, and our good friends, the American Legion with their band, went down the street and went to the Westcott hotel, where the people stood along the street, and, Lord, they bid us welcome to Richmond, knowing we had come for no other purpose than to hold up the form of Jesus Christ, and for six weeks, blessed God, we have been trying to do it.

If You would so will it I am willing to go to heaven tonight and stand before You and the people of this community and the country round about and tell them then as I tell them now that I have not failed to declare the whole counsel of Thine as I understand it, Lord, for the six weeks that have become history.

Oh, Jesus, there are many things that I would like to have had happen. There are multitudes of people I would like to have seen take their stand for Jesus Christ. There are many, Lord Jesus, that I would have been more than honored to have clasped in the six weeks that have come and gone. There are men and women whose faces I would have been glad to have known, Lord, and looked into.

So Lord Jesus Christ, we come to the closing point of the campaign almost. It, in a few hours now, will become a matter of history; the books of heaven will be closed, the building will be torn down. Earlham college has bought it. They will move it over there, Lord, for a gymnasium for the boys. As the people gather there for the basket ball games, the track meets, and all, Lord Jesus, every board of it will echo with the sermons we have preached and the songs that have been sung, and when the people walk into it, blessed God, they can see all this come back again, and every knot hole will seem to preach a sermon. Every board will seem to be precious, Our God, and every upright and every particle.

So we pray Thou wilt make bare Thy mighty arm, and scores and hundreds may walk down here tonight and take their stand for Jesus Christ and renew their vows and covenants for God, and even now if they have allowed six weeks to go by and haven’t done it, and if by failing to do that they have not been able to help anybody into the Kingdom of God they perhaps have not got so much of a blessing out of this as they might have gotten.

So, Lord, You know I have been preaching with all the power You have given me. I have not spared myself of energy, or zeal or anything to hold up the bleeding form of Jesus, and now Lord, I am standing here on this last Saturday night of the last week. And in the words of my text, ‘And ye will not come to me, that ye might have life.’

I have stood here as the representative, as the ambassador of Jesus Christ, to tell them what You can do for them. Well then, we pray that there won’t be a man or woman go out of here tonight unsaved, Lord, but they will all come and say, ‘I will take it. I will accept it.’ Help them tonight that they may not wait until tomorrow night but do it now.

Bless the stewards and the prudential committeemen, vestrymen, and Sunday school teachers, any church official, Lord. Help them all, we pray. Oh God! Help them from the farm, help them from the railroad. Lord God, from the McGuire Lawn Mower company, help them from our good friend, Adam Bartel’s. Adam is a good scout and he has been with us all the way, and our friend, the superintendent of the railroad, Higginbottom, Lord, You know he is a good scout. He has been such a help. Help them from the Starr Piano company, Lord, if any of them are here. Help them from all of these various industries, down here at the Underwear works where Mrs. Asher has been working, down through the George Knollenberg company. They are good scouts. They have been coming in their automobiles and taking us about.

May everyone come in the spirit of enthusiasm for the last day. May they come with open hearts that God Almighty can fill them with the benediction until tomorrow will be a red letter day, and it will be such a day that the devil will stagger back and he’ll be in the hospital and on his crutches saying, ‘I’ve got some solar plexis blows. I am about all in.’

Oh, Lord Jesus, help us that if I have said anything that has not been according to Your will in all of these six weeks, forgive me. If there is anything I should have said that I have not said let me know and I’ll make it up tomorrow.

So help us, and be Thou with us, I pray.

The Richmond Item. Sun, May 28, 1922 ·Page 6

Billy Sunday’s Farewell Prayer

Say Jesus, I am through. I would like to just be starting, Lord, where we are leaving off. Oh, God, You could re-write the history of Wayne county and every county, Lord that joins it. It would reach and spill over, Lord, into Winchester and Portland, away over to Newcastle, Lord, and to Hagerstown, over, Lord, to Eaton, down, Lord to these other towns around; over to Spiceland, down to Liberty, over to Campbellstown and in the country round about where there are people by the hundreds living and the country not saved who would be, Jesus, if we were starting where we are saying good-bye.

But say, Lord, we thank You, Lord, for what we have been privileged to do here. We thank You, Lord, for the honor of preaching Jesus Christ. I have not stood on Indiana soil for years to preach it since I was up in South Bend. Oh Lord, I thank You that I have had the opportunity.

And now, Lord God, help us, we pray, they that will stay and we that will go. Bless the ministers. They have been kind. Surely Lord, as Brown said, they did stand by magnificently and did everything in their power.

Bless our poor friend. Work, Lord, as he is taking his wife to put her in the grave and then come back with two little children without a mother, and he without a wife, to take up the duties of the church. My God, help them not to add to his burdens by being indifferent or critical.

Help us, we pray, and be with us, we beseech of Thee and bless this great audience. They have stood out there, Lord and I have torn my throat with the effort that the fellow out there might hear, with his ear glued against the window and his hand behind his ear, to hear the words as they rang out and clear across the street.

Lord, look at the automobiles, I expect a thousand of them here tonight and on the morning, Lord, as they drive down the street there will be none. Lord, I don’t know that the people will ever live to see so many flock in the town again. I don’t know what it will be, because nothing draws people like the gospel.

So we are about ready to say good-bye. God, we hear it so much. Good-bye, we say it when the children go away to school; good-bye when our friends come to visit us, we say it; good-bye when the ship swings out in the channel and steers for the open sea to lands we have never seen. They on the dock say, ‘Farewell, Bon Voyage,’ and they on the ship say, ‘Farewell, good-bye to you.’ We say it as the hearse goes away. We say it as the bridal carriage takes our boy or girl away. Lord, we say it as the train pulls out, we wave it from the rear, good-bye to those that stand and watch us. Jesus, good-bye, we have to say it, but in heaven we never will say it.

We have reached the point where we have to say it, preachers, secretaries, doorkeepers, ushers, newspapers, the good people of Richmond and the country round about—Indiana and Ohio, where they have all come and by their presents and their gifts to help pay the current expenses and contribute, Lord, to my offering, and whatever they may have given, Lord, bless them.

Help us, Lord. Lead us, guide us. And now, Jesus, in a few minutes before we say good-bye, we want to give them a chance to come and accept of Thee as their Saviour, Lord, in this last meeting tonight.

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 30, 1922 · Page 6

Evangelist’s Sunday Morning Prayer

Say Jesus, we have reached the last Sunday morning. Men and women have come from near and far. I saw the names on the automobiles, Indiana, Ohio, Kansas and states round about, and Michigan too. They have come from near and far. Perhaps tourists journeying from New York and Pennsylvania, journeying on the highways, heard about the meetings and stopped to attend them and then hurry away with their wives and children to catch the beauty of this wonderful day, to live under the stars and stripes of liberty and freedom. Oh God, as they go along they will see no team in the fields today. They will see no tractors plowing the ground. They will see the scores of herds in the succulent grass up to their sauce and pepperino, Lord, up to the very last minute and when I macadamized highway of this great land were we live and which Thou hast loved enough to make all these wonderful things for us, and all the materials out of which they are made.

Oh blessed Jesus, perhaps some are here this morning that will not be this afternoon and I am preaching my farewell sermon to some man or woman. It may be the last sermon for them this morning, Lord. I don’t know. It may be that You will close their eyelids and You will stop their heart. The undertaker will come and crepe will flow from the door in the morning. I don’t know how soon it will be, Lord, but I do hope, before it ever comes to anybody, that they will not allow an opportunity like this to pass without accepting Jesus Christ.

I thank Thee, Lord, from the depths of my soul for the co-operation that the ministers have extended to me and the members of my party, for the assistance they have been and they have been good fellows. They have stood by me to the last ditch, blessed God, when it was dark and the clouds were lowering and it was hard and criticism was being hurled and people wouldn’t come, and all that, they have stood by.

Lord God, the people ought to thank You that they have as the pastors of the churches men that are willing to stand by in a cause like this.

Oh God, Richmond has not alone had the opportunity for people within her own borders. She has been given the opportunity to spread the gospel of Jesus Christ. The people have come from the country round about, not simply has it been confined within the corporate limits of their own community. There is not a church, blessed God, in any city, village or hamlet within 50, 75 or 100 miles that has not felt the influence of these meetings.

Thank You for the ushers; thank You for the secretaries; thank You for the choir; thank You for all those that have done anything, that have given any help to the tabernacle expenses which are all paid. The bills have been paid. Thank You for it. For whatever they may give to help along Thy cause and to help us to go and preach the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Wilt Thou be near. Bare Thy mighty arm and show Thy power to those who do not know Thee.

It won’t be very long, Lord, till the ventilators will be closed, the doors will be closed, the building will be closed and it will be ance and their prayers and their gifts to help make it a great success a gymn.

Oh, be Thou with us our God, hear us, help us, bless us, we appeal to Thee in the name of Jesus. If we have said anything we should not have said, forgive us, Lord. If we have left anything undone, let us know and we will do it.

Let us all have zeal for Christ, zeal for salvation. I don’t want anything less, Lord. I want to have the same vim, ginger, tabasco my hand to serve God better than I ever have. To do more for God am about ready to go, if you will just give me a little bit more strength, I will jump up and give the devil one more wallop and then stand on the coffin and sing, ‘Hallelujah for Christ.’

Oh Lord, be with us, lead us, and guide us and may there be men and women here this morning who will take their stand for Jesus and give themselves to Him to serve Him and do His will.

Hear us and we will never cease to praise Thee, in the name of Jesus, our Saviour.

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 30, 1922 · Page 7

Mr. Sunday’s 2:00 P. M. Service Prayer

Say Jesus, here is a great crowd of folks. They have been good, standing by this campaign, Lord, and I thank them for standing by it until the end. What a great comfort it is to look into the faces of people to know they have given their attendance and their assistance, and say, “Surely God is good,” as they pass along the cess. Lord Jesus, bless them, for it won’t be long until we will hurry home for a little rest, then down to the mountains of Tennessee to preach Jesus, then out to the Pacific coast to have a littl rest, Lord.

Now, hear us Lord, today. There may be someone here today, Lord, that has not yielded to Christ. They have been making up their minds as they have come in time after time and have said, “This is the time, the last day.”

Lord, help us, that the people who stood out there to receive the words as they reached through the windows and doors. I hope they have reached them. I have strained my voice solely for their benefit. I am glad to do it. If they can only hear and heed the gospel. Help them to walk down here and say, “Here is my pledge and my vow to serve God and the Lord in the church. Here is turned over to Earlham college here. They will take it and make it church and the pastor and my neighborhood and community in my life. I am going to be a friend to it and I am going to help it along.

Oh God, hear us, we pray. Lead us, bless us for Jesus’ sake.

Cited in: The Richmond Item. Tue, May 30, 1922 · Page 7

What did some Richmond, Indiana revival attendees think of Billy Sunday

The following note appeared in the Richmond Item, May 2, 1922:

To The Rev. William A. Sunday

Thou sendeth a man for race, creed and color

To the places where prayers are unsaid.

Thou sendeth a man for race, creed and color

To quote from the living to quote from the dead.

I wish that everybody would either read or go to hear Rev. Sunday preach his sermons. They are the first that have come out of the ice-box since the days of Crucifixion. I do believe his sermons are just as essential as a serum scratched into the flesh of the arm to keep one from taking small pox. So should Rev. Sunday’s sermons be scratched on the heart to prevent us from taking the devil’s itch.

Rev. Sunday is impartial. He is fearless in backing up what he knows about God, man, beast or bird. He is fearless in relating history and its rare fruit. In his comparisons he brings to light what is unseen.

None desire to dispute his thought for his inspiration comes from beyond his power.

The key which he handles is—Stop lying, stop stealing, stop cussing, stop living in adultery, stop quarreling at the table and clean Supremacy. This key in part unlocks everybody’s door. This truth has been crushed to rise again by a man within a man.

A reader of Rev. Sunday’s sermons.

Billy hosted a revival campaign in Richmond, Indiana, April 16-June 4, 1922

As reported in The Richmond Item. Sun, Apr 16, 1922

CROWDS THRONG STREETS DURING MARCH TO HOTEL

American Legion Band Leads Parade; Evangelist Delighted With Reception

Opening Service

Opening service—2:30 p. m. The Rev. R. W. Stoakes presiding.

Introducing C. F. Hutchins, chairman of music committee.

Introductions—Mrs. William Asher, Robert Matthews, Miss Florence Kinney by Mr. Hutchins.

Song service—Mr. Matthews.

Devotionals.

Introducing Mr. Sunday—The Rev. Mr. Stoakes.

Remarks—Mr. Sunday.

Welcome—Mayor Lawrence A. Handley.

Financial statement and collection talk, the Rev. E. Howard Brown.

Collection.

Sermon.

“Here he comes!”

“That’s Sunday!”

“There’s ‘Mr’ Sunday!”

“See Billy!”

Those were the exclamations heard yesterday afternoon from hundreds of spectators lining the sidewalks during the triumphal march in automobile of Mr. and Mrs. William A. Sunday from the Pennsylvania station to the Westcott hotel. Richmond gave them a great welcome.

Eager to See “Billy”.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Sunday were waving their hands all the time of the ride, acknowledging the salutes and smiles of Mr. and Mrs. Richmond and their children. The hearty welcome of the populace along the line of march was only equaled by the reception at the station where many more hundreds had every vantage point to see the world’s greatest evangelist, and Mrs. Sunday.

As they made their snake-like trail into the station the American Legion band started to play “The Star Spangled Banner.” The Sundays stepped on the platform a slender man in his early fifties, in a suit of clothes, showing the vigor of youth in every move.

With Mr. Sunday, who was introduced as master of ceremonies, Fred N. Page introduced Mayor Lawrence A. Handley and Chief of Police William F. Eversman. After viewing the mayor’s band, the mayor and the chief of police escorted Mr. and Mrs. Sunday to the automobile.

Salutes Everyone.

As Mr. Sunday passed the national colors, bareheaded, his hand went to salute while the people clapped. Billy missed nothing. Heads were craned from the Arlington hotel windows but they were not that high but Billy could see them and he waved his salutations at them.

Cameras clicked. “Right here, Mr. Sunday,” someone called, and the man of note posed for his picture. “Come in,” he called to others and in twinkling he had the mayor by his side. Mrs. Sunday stepped up, then came the chief of police, Rapp and the Rev. R. W. Stoakes.

The above six with the Rev. Dr. J. J. Rae, pastor of the First Presbyterian church entered the automobile and escorted by the American Legion band with the Sunday school boys and girls of the First church along E street, north Eighth street, north Ninth street, west Main street, west Tenth street to the park where the automobile was waiting with its notable passengers, thinking of the wonderful reception they had received.

Automobiles stood in a double line for a block and a half on both sides. Eight street was thronged. Every available inch of sidewalk was filled with people.

Thanks War Veterans.

Billy was the first to alight at the Westcott hotel. Did he enter the hotel at once? He did not. The band was standing in a circle north of the Tenth street entrance of the Westcott and like a youngster just out of school, Billy scampered off to the bandsmen, shaking hands heartily with the players.

“Lieutenant,” Billy said to Lieutenant Urqupley, “my boy was a lieutenant with the signal corps in the Rainbow division.” Lieutenant Rapp, who by this time had found his chief.

“Where’s Major?” Billy asked as he gained the hotel entrance. “Right here” replied the latter as he entered the hotel.

After Mr. and Mrs. Sunday went to their rooms many of the local pastors and members of the general council were received in the rooms and were being greeted by everyone, he beaming countenance his ever smiling the showing that he was delighted with the welcome he had received in Richmond. Mrs. Sunday also shook the hands of many who were introduced to her.

A platoon of police was at the station regulating the human and (Continued on Page Two)

CROWDS GREET SUNDAY

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the automobile traffic. And it was needed, so great was the throng. Preaches Twice Today. Mr. Sunday will preach twice today but last night was not ready to announce his subject for the afternoon meeting. He will speak on “Why Calle Ye Me Lord, Lord,” or “The Sins of Society” at 7:30 p. m.

Albert Peterson, Robert Matthews, Mrs. William Asher and Miss Florence Kinney also arrived here yesterday. Homer Rodeheaver will not be here until Wednesday. Mr. Matthews, Mr. Sunday’s secretary will direct the music today, while Miss Kinney and Mr. Peterson will be at the pianos. The opening hymn will be “Faith of Our Fathers.”

Mr. Sunday will address campaign workers at the United Presbyterian church at 10 a. m. tomorrow.

Coverage in: The Richmond Item. Sun, Apr 16, 1922 ·Page 1

Who’s Who In Sunday’s Party; Open Revival Today

While the Rev. Dr. William A. Sunday will be the big drawing card for the six weeks’ revival that will begin in Richmond today, it must not be forgotten that Mr. Sunday has surrounded himself with a corps of workers that hold the record of being second to none in evangelistic work. Counting both Mr. and Mrs. Sunday the Sunday party is composed of nine persons—five men and four women.

Homer Rodeheaver is probably as well known as a gospel singer as his ‘boss’ is as an evangelist, just as Mr. Sunday preaches the gospel, Mr. Rodeheaver sings it. He has been with Mr. Sunday for 12 years. Not only is he a soloist, but he has frequently led the singing at the great revivals held in the country.

At last year’s Chautauqua Mr. Rodeheaver, or ‘Rody’ as he is nicknamed, was reared in eastern Tennessee. After attending the public schools he attended Ohio Wesleyan university. His first public work as a musician was with the Jellico, Tenn., Silver Concert band. He studied music under Oscar Saenger in New York city and Madame Turner Kurtz in Philadelphia. He was for years song leader for W. E. Biederwolf.

Mr. Rodeheaver was sent overseas during the world war by the Y. M. C. A. playing his trombone and singing songs on practically all the battlefronts. Mr. Rodeheaver is proud of the fact that probably his instrument is the only trombone that played the soldiers’ favorite songs while flying over the massed regiments of doughboys.

‘Rod’ is not married in spite of the fact that on frequent trips to southeastern West Virginia, it was said by a newspaper that ‘Mr. and Mrs. Rodeheaver played and sang songs in Richmond.’ The only Miss Ruth Rodeheaver, his sister, and a niece of Mr. Rodeheaver has been labeled Miss Rodeheaver as Mrs. R.

Mr. Rodeheaver is a Rotarian, a member of the Sons of Veterans, the Spanish American War Veterans, Knights of Pythias, the Mystic Shrine and the Methodist church, his home is at Winona Lake.

Robert Matthews, familiarly known as ‘Bob’ is a former newspaperman and served his apprenticeship to ‘journalism’ on some large newspapers, including The Chicago Tribune. He is pianist and solo secretary to Mr. Sunday. Traveling with Billy Sunday from city to city is nothing to Mr. Matthews who has seen many capitals of the world. He has been on every sea, including the Arctic and the Antarctic.

Mr. Matthews was born at Carrollton, Ky. He was educated in the public schools and is a graduate from Lake Forest, Ill., university. His father, Robert J. L. Matthews was a Presbyterian minister. Following his college course he accepted the editorship of a newspaper at Keokuk. He was also city editor of the Burlington Journal, of Des Moines News and the Chicago Record Tribune for five years.

Mr. Matthews is a Rotarian, a Shriner, and is an elder in the Presbyterian church.

Mrs. William Asher, who has sung before in this city, lives at Winona Lake. For seven years Mrs. Asher was associated with the Rev. J. Chapman during his evangelistic work. She has been a member of the Sunday party for eight years. While she is frequently heard in duets with the musical director, her principal work with the party is directing the women’s work. One of the big ‘hits’ of Mr. Rodeheaver and Mrs. Asher as singers in every campaign, is the singing of ‘The Old Rugged Cross.’ The two sang that at the last Chautauqua here and received an ovation.

Miss Florence Kinney is a member of the Methodist church of Springfield, O., where her father has been with Mr. Sunday five years. She will direct the student work in the event and be the Bible teacher with the party.

Miss Kinney is a graduate of the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music and of Ohio state university. She is greatly interested in bird life and is one of the consulting directors of the Audobon Society of America. She is a former president of the Women’s Federation of clubs of Clark county, of which Springfield is the county seat. Miss Kinney is recognized as one of the leading workers among young people in the country.

Her musical attainments are frequently shown and if it is ever necessary for ‘Bob’ Matthews to be absent or ‘Rody’ then Miss Kinney takes over ‘Bob’s’ vacated seat at the piano.

Fred W. Rapp, business manager of the party is already known to thousands of church goers in Richmond. He is a graduate of the Nebraska university and has been engaged in Y. M. C. A. administrative work for 15 years. He is a native of Allentown, Pa. His home is at Winona Lake. He is married and has one daughter, Helen.

Like his colleague, ‘Rody,’ Mr. Rapp was overseas during the world war engaged in ‘Y’ work. Owing to his administrative abilities he was one of 12 men selected by John R. Mott, head of the national Y. M. C. A. to go to France. He was on several battle fronts engaged in special administrative work with the American forces. He is a Mason, Kiwanian, star tennis player and amateur boxer.

Albert Peterson, familiarly known as ‘Pete,’ is tabernacle custodian. He is a big fellow. He weighs 215 pounds and stands six feet three inches. He is unmarried. Of Swedish descent, he claims to have his home in the land of Blaker, Minn. He is classed as the major-domo of the tabernacle. He has been with the party for 10 years. He is a member of the Methodist church. He is a member of the Masonic lodge and the Knights of Pythias. He was a star wrestler in his younger days.

Keeping the tabernacle in good condition and seeing that the temple is not the only duty that falls to ‘Pete.’ He plays the piano when a ‘sub’ is necessary, he sings tenor and will be a frequent speaker at the shop meetings that will be held here during the campaign.

Miss Alma Thomas herself is the authority for saying that she is not a member of the Sunday party, but she is placed here as part of personnel notwithstanding her status. Perhaps she can better be placed as the ‘advance’ of the party, for while the others are carrying out their duties in one city, Miss Thomas is acting as Mr. Rapp’s secretary. She is generally ahead of the campaign and works perfecting the plans that bring the various organizations into being to bring the rest of the party to the next stop of the campaign.

Miss Thomas is from the Empire state and makes her home with her mother in New York city. She has been with Mr. Sunday for 10 months. Mr. Rapp is not known to have a secretary with the Sunday party, and Miss Thomas is the first one he has been doing here for the last six weeks.

MILTON, IND.

MILTON, Ind.—The Cary club met Thursday with Mrs. Henry Mueller. The following program was given: ‘Education in South America,’ Mrs. Frank Broaddus; ‘Women and the Family in America,’ Mrs. Aaron Doll; ‘Fusion of Races,’ Mrs. E. C. Denny; ‘Relation of South America to the Rest of the World,’ Mrs. William Huddleston.

Dayton Warren and Blance Coyne are home from Ohio State university for a few days’ vacation.

Roderick McCormick is home from Butler for a few days’ spring vacation.

The senior class of the high school took a trip to Dayton Wednesday evening.

Alma Wagner and Ernest Jones are home for a few days’ vacation from Indiana university.

Miss Naomi Squier, of Richmond, spent Sunday night with Ina Crawford.

The Richmond Item. Sun, Apr 16, 1922 ·Page 8

Sunday says . . . April 27, 1922

SUNDAY Says—

I think one of the curses of the church today is putting unconverted men and women into the church.

Some say, “I don’t like his mannerisms.” It’s none of your business. If God likes it what’s it to you then? None, is it? Not at all—no, sir!

Women go daffy over pictures, men don’t much. Women listen to music and say, “Oh, it is divine.” Men listen and say, “That is punk.”

Men need the church a darn sight more than the church needs the men. They all need one another.

The main trouble in the church today is not in the pews. It is up in the pulpit.

I repeat it, there is more Christian faith in the pews today than in the pulpit. I am just the boy that will tell you, too.

If you don’t believe in God, don’t stay in the pulpit.

There is about as much connection between some men and Jesus Christ as there is between a man with a wooden leg and the rest of his body a fellow.

Tell me why a man will be true to business, true to lodge, true to his wife, and yet he will be false to Jesus Christ.

You can’t beat the devil sister, he has been preying this old world for 6,000 years, he never has rheumatism, appendicitis or peritonites. If you get to playing tag with the devil in his door yard he will hit you on the back and say, “tag you are it.” You can’t put it over on him.

Some church members have the hoof and mouth disease, they round the neighborhood and windjam about their neighbors and talk about them.

No draft has ever been made from an honest heart on the bank window of heaven that God Almighty ever has refused to honor.

There is no one I so despise and abhor as a contemptible snake in the grass, an untrue man or an untrue woman.

You have got to have more claims on heaven than the fact that your mother is there.

I am ashamed to say there are some men whose honor hangs like meat in a butcher shop and you can buy it for so much a pound, so much a head, but thank God, they are in the minority.

What is wrong for a woman to do is wrong for man to do, and the crying need of America today is the single standard for men and women.

There are some that want a little boost in the world and they will win out.

What is hard to gain can be easily lost.

The devil puts every obstacle in the way of man or woman that wants to return to God. But the road to hell seems to have been greased for the occasion.

Palladium-Item. Thu, Apr 27, 1922 ·Page 5

Billy Sunday became the first Evangelical revivalist preacher to use ‘wireless radio’ in 1922 at Richmond, Indiana

In 1922, Billy Sunday stepped into a new technological frontier by preaching over the “wireless”—what we now call radio. At the time, this was cutting-edge communication. The term “wireless” referred to the transmission of audio over electromagnetic waves, without the use of physical wires or cables. In just a few years, this technology had moved from military and maritime use into the public sphere, and by 1922, commercial radio broadcasting was beginning to take off across the United States.

The form of radio Sunday used was known as AM, or amplitude modulation. This early method involved taking the sound of a person’s voice—captured by a microphone—and superimposing it onto a high-frequency radio wave using a modulator and vacuum tube amplifier. That modulated signal was then broadcast through an antenna and picked up by receivers—early crystal sets or tube radios—scattered in homes and offices around the region. It was basic by today’s standards, but revolutionary in its day.

In practical terms, this meant that Sunday’s sermons, once confined to large wooden tabernacles or revival tents, could now reach thousands of listeners in real time over great distances. His voice might have been carried by pioneering stations such as WJZ in Newark or WEAF in New York, allowing people who had never set foot in one of his campaigns to hear his preaching live.

This was no small development. At the start of 1922, fewer than 50 licensed radio stations existed in the U.S.; by the end of that year, over 500 were on the air. The nation was gripped by what some called “radio fever,” and Billy Sunday—ever the showman and communicator—was quick to embrace it.

For Sunday, radio was not just a novelty. It was a powerful extension of his mission. He had long understood the role of mass media in spreading his message, leveraging newspapers and advertising better than any evangelist of his time. Radio became the next logical step, and his use of it helped set the stage for a new generation of radio preachers and religious broadcasters, including names like Charles Fuller and Aimee Semple McPherson.

Sunday’s move into the airwaves marked a turning point—not only in his ministry but in the story of American religious life. It was one of the earliest moments where evangelical preaching and modern technology met in a way that would change both forever.

BILLY ENJOYS FIRST PROGRAM BY RADIO; LISTENS IN HIS ROOM

Billy Sunday has been converted— to wireless.

For the first time in the history of the evangelistic party, a concert was given by members over a wireless telephone Wednesday night, and after listening in on a set that had been installed in his room, Mr. Sunday requested the operators, Messrs. Paul Showalter and Harold Cutler, to return after his evening sermon and allow him another chance to listen. The special program of the evening was given in The Palladium wireless room. The bulbs of the receiving set in Mr. Sunday’s room burned until 10:30 o’clock while local and out-of-town stations were turned in.

At Mr. Sunday’s request also, the set was left in place all day Thursday to allow him to hear the noon and evening programs of The Palladium. Arrangements will be made to furnish him a set for the entire time he is in Richmond. With a set installed, the former baseball player expects to follow the fortunes of the different teams as they are shown in the daily broadcasts of baseball scores and to get other sport news ‘hot off the bat.’

Complete success for the special program, in spite of unusually adverse weather conditions, was reported by listeners. ‘Fine.’ ‘Best program you have given yet,’ ‘unusually clear and distinct,’ were some of the phrases used in praise of the vocal and instrumental concert. Some difficulties were met in broadcasting music from the original performers as this is the first time it has been attempted by the Richmond station, but the results aroused a quickly expressed delight at all the stations listening.

First Radio Performance.

Although Mr. Rodeheaver has been with the revivalist for 12 years, Mr. Peterson for five, Miss Kinney for six, Mr. Matthews for eight and Mrs. Asher for 11 years, this was also the first occasion that any of the party had made a ‘radio appearance.’ Yet there was no trace of ‘radio fright’—akin to stage fright—common to those accustomed to public appearances when they are first asked to talk or sing into an inanimate transmitter for the benefit of an invisible audience.

Gathering in the Palladium wireless telephone room promptly at 6:30, the program began on schedule time and was heard by the regular listeners to the Palladium evening program. In many cases, out-of-town amateurs invited neighbors and friends to listen and entertained them with the special concert.

A photograph was taken of the singers in the radio room during the program.

The duet, ‘The Old Rugged Cross,’ sung by Mrs. Asher and Mr. Rodeheaver, seemed to find especial favor with some listeners. Mrs. Maude Winder, 413 North Thirteenth street, who is active in the Billy Sunday organization, had the opportunity of listening over a set operated by her husband, Joseph Winder, president of the

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Richmond wireless amateurs’ organization and expressed deep appreciation Thursday morning. The final song was her favorite. “The last song was beautiful,” she said, “but we listened to and enjoyed the whole program from beginning to end. The instrumental solos were fine also.”

Trio Number Choice.

The trio which sang negro spirituals was the choice of R. G. Bruce, teacher in the Boston school, who listened over Walter Rife’s set. “That was the best of all, it was exceptionally good,” he said, “but the trombone solo was beautiful also. It was very clear and the words of the songs were wonderfully plain as well.”

Mr. Rife, an amateur of Boston, was host to Mr. Bruce and to a group of his neighbors whom he had invited for the special program. Unable to attend the services at Richmond, these Boston citizens still enjoyed the benefit of all but Mr. Sunday’s sermon. Mr. Rife reported a very clear and distinct transmission for the Palladium telephone, which he was unable to obtain with other stations that night.

A report was telephoned in by Park Snider of Connersville, one of the prominent amateurs and a radio dealer, immediately after the program. “Your telephone came in very loud here,” he said, in spite of some bad interference through which the program was received.

Loud In Praises

A group listening at the station of C. O. Snyder in West Richmond, was loud in praises of the program. Two of the listeners for whom this was the first experience with wireless, expressed amazement at the excellent quality and the loudness of the voices of the singers. “It’s just as though they were in the room,” said one.

David R. Pottenger, a real estate dealer, who was one of the new listeners at Mr. Snyder’s set, was especially interested in the program and expressed surprise at the perfect manner in which voices and music could be transmitted.

Another informal radio party was held at the store of Leslie Hart, radio dealer, on Main street. Many other amateurs of Richmond listened to the program and gave efficient and valuable assistance in their suggestions and prompt reports at the beginning of the program.

Express Gratification

Gratification was expressed by local listeners for the opportunity to hear the special program, as except for the few that were able to hear Wednesday night on account of the bad weather conditions which made transmission difficult. Only a few stations could be tuned in by Rife at Boston, with none as loud as the Palladium station. Rike-Kumler’s station at Dayton was heard by C. O. Snyder and other amateurs after the Palladium program, but was reported very weak locally, although usually it comes in very loud. This station was heard also by Billy Sunday at the hotel after the close of the special program.

As stated above, Billy Sunday was one of the most interested listeners, this being the first occasion on which he had had any experience with wireless, or had a chance to hear his party over the wireless, although he has travelled with them from Duluth south to Tampa and from New York to California.

Solo, duet, trio, vocal numbers and solo piano and trombone numbers were given by the Sunday party.

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The Palladium-Item. April 18, 1922

Billy “Listening In” for the First Time to a Wireless Telephone Program
Richmond Palladium Item. April 29. 1922

Members of Sunday’s Party All Set to Give Their First Wireless Concert

This picture shows the talented artists of the Billy Sunday party gathered in the Palladium wireless room, ready to send their vocal and instrumental harmony into the unfathomable ether. It was their first experience of the kind. ‘Their ‘Boss’, the great evangelist, ‘listened in’ on the concert over a receiving set installed in his hotel room. Those in the picture reading from left to right, are Robert Matthews, Miss Florence Kinney, Mrs. William Asher, Homer Rodeheaver and Albert Peterson. Many amateurs for miles in all directions enjoyed the party’s gospel songs. It is possible that they may again delight radio fans before ending their engagement here.

—Photo by Campbell Photo Art Shop

Richmond, Indiana · Monday, May 29, 1922

First sermon preached at Richmond, Indiana (1922)?

Full text as it appeared in the. Transcribed by AI. Errors may exist.

“Why Call Me Lord, Lord? Asks Billy Sunday as He Hits Hypocrites and Religious Shams. Palladium-Item. Mon, Apr 17, 1922 ·Page 7

Text: Luke 6:46

Christianity Can Save the World, Says Evangelist in Sunday Night Sermon—Some Stingy People Can’t Give Away 10 Cents Without Singing, “God Be With You Till We Meet Again.”

The Text—”Why call ye me Lord,

Lord, and do not the things I say?”

Luke 6th chapter, 46th verse.

Billy Sunday delivered the following sermon on Easter Sunday night in the tabernacle:

Why call yourself a Democrat and then vote the Republican ticket?

Why call yourself honest and then lie?

Why say that you are pure and then live in sin?

“Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say?”

What did Jesus mean? Do you believe he meant the things that are recorded that he said, or do you believe that he said one thing and meant another? Do you believe that he uttered things that were impractical and impossible for us to carry into effect and then told us he’d damn us if we did not live up to it? I don’t believe you are fool enough to charge him with that, and if you are it doesn’t justify the fact that you are a fool if you do it.

Is the Standard High?

Not for Christianity.

Did he put the standard too high for human attainment and then tell us he’d damn us if we didn’t reach it? No!

I read where a Bishop of the English church said that the teachings of Jesus Christ should be regarded as ideal and were never intended to be carried into effect or lived.

I knew of a Y. M. C. A. that had a debating society, and it just decided that under social, political, economical conditions, that the teachings of Jesus should be regarded as ideal and were not intended to be lived, yet they both had the audacity to call themselves Christians.

Another man said Christianity had failed. He lied!

I will admit that Christianity has fallen away beneath love as the original standard. Love is the dominant principle of the world; love can never be defeated. Love may be checked; love may be prevented, for the time being, in accomplishing its aim, but love will drill a tunnel through all the mountains of opposition and reach the goal of a touchdown. Love—it’s the mightiest thing in the world! And the world is starving today for the manifestation of the love of God in the hearts of men and women.

Christ’s Power Will Drive Out Hatred.

I always had a good deal of sympathy with a hobo that went up to the back door of a professing Christian woman’s home and panhandled her for a cup of coffee and mooched her for a flapjack and after much persuasion she came across with a tract on the bread of life, and he began to tear the tract up and curse and mutter. I have no sympathy with his oaths but I have a good deal of sympathy with the feelings that possessed him. What that fellow needed then was a piece of meat with two pieces of bread under it. The shortest course into that fellow’s heart was by the way of his stomach. It was the quickest way to land him there.

I believe that there is no prejudice existing between man and men, between masses and classes, between capital and labor, that can’t be driven from the world by the principles of Jesus Christ manifested in the lives of man and men, masses and classes, capital and labor.

I read of a Scotchman who learned just enough of the French language to say, “God loves you,” and he walked the streets of gay, sinful Paris with the tears trickling down his cheeks and his arms outstretched, crying the words in French. It struck conviction to the hearts of the people until out of that the great All Mission work in Paris was started.

Story Shows How Christianity Works.

I heard of a professor who was a Christian. He had a brother-in-law, a doctor, who was an infidel and this doctor said the reason that all Christians didn’t sin was because they weren’t sufficiently tempted. Somebody challenged the statement, and said, “What’s the matter with your brother-in-law, the Professor?” He said, “He’s like the rest of the bunch, and I’ll bet you ten bucks that I can make him mad.”

The wager was made. These two men had a business transaction and the doctor purposely falsified the count in order to test the religion of his brother-in-law, the professor, and in response to some question that the doctor knew was a lie (for he was trying to sting him and put one over on him, and the professor knew it was) the professor jumped to his feet and said,

“You’re a liar. Get out of my house.”

And he drove him out. And his brother-in-law, the doctor, took up his hat and went, somewhat chagfallen to think that so great and good a man had sidestepped, but he couldn’t think he had rightly interpreted human nature and was a ten in the hole.

So they went to their homes and retired. Soon the old dog was humming off like a Twin-Six, and the old professor was rolling and tossing as if he troubled a troubled mind. But at two o’clock in the morning he dressed, walked four miles across the city and knocked on his brother-in-law’s door. His brother-in-law opened it and he said.

“Yesterday I called you a liar. I am sorry I did it. I have come to ask you to forgive me.”

And he drew him in and said, “If that’s religion, that’s the brand I’m looking for, and I think I’d better take a good old hypodermic injection of the good old-time, worth-dying for religion.

Christ’s Opinion on World Problems.

What did Jesus Christ say? I haven’t time if you had the disposition to hear all that he had to say, but listen! Jesus Christ said, Forgive your debtors.” And the world says, “Sue them for

their dough.”

Jesus Christ said, “It’s more blessed to give than to receive.” The world says, “Get all you can and then can all you get.” Jesus said, “Give to him that asketh of thee, him that would borrow of thee turn not away.”

The world says, “Go to the Associated Charities, I subscribe.” Jesus Christ said, “You can’t serve God and mammon.” The world says, “God on Sunday, mammon through the rest of the week.”

Jesus said, “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

The world says, “First come I, then you.”

Jesus Christ said, “Him that smiteth thee on one cheek turn to him the other also.”

The world says, “Call a cop.”

Jesus Christ said, “Let him that is among you without sin cast the first stone.”

The world says, “Choose judges that know the law and will give a decision in your favor if you put them there.”

Jesus Christ said, “Whosoever would be great among you, let him be servant of all.” The world says, “If you want to

be some pumpkins, you must keep a valet.”

Jesus Christ said, ‘What God hath joined together let not man put asunder.’

The world says, “I will divorce you and marry another woman and that will not be sin.”

You lie!

The only Scriptural grounds for divorce is adultery. When it comes to the divorce question I am a Roman Catholic from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I believe the Bible teaches that you have no right, my friend, to get a divorce for any reason, but you never have a right to re-marry as long as the man or woman you are divorced from is alive.

Never Would Marry Divorced Person.

I am an ordained minister of the gospel, and help me God I shall never prostitute my position as a minister to enable calling to unite in marriage any man or woman who has been divorced for any reason, as long as the man or woman from whom he or she is divorced is alive!

One day in Chicago a fellow came up and rang the door-bell, and oh, he was dressed fit to kill! Had on a silk lid, he had a diamond in his shirt front as big as a hickory nut, patent leather shoes, a Prince Albert coat, silk-lined, hung below his knees.

And there was a girl about eighteen years of age—a peach of a girl—one

of these kind of girls you’d involuntarily turn and look at twice if you saw her on the street—standing by his side.

So he tipped his lid and said, “Does the Reverend Mr. Sunday live here?”

I said, “I am he.”

He said, “Will you officiate at our wedding?”I said, “Have you the marriage license?”

He said, “Sure Mike!”

I said, “I’m from Missouri, come across.”

So he pulled it out and I looked at it and I said, “That looks good to me.”

I said, “Have either of you been married before?”

He said, “Not the young lady; I have.”

I said, “Your wife living or dead?”

He said, “She’s alive.”

I said, “Beat it—twenty-three for you, old scout.”

He said, “What do you mean?”

I said, “I mean according to my interpretation of the Bible I haven’t any right to hook you up to that girl.

He said, “I have a license here from the county clerk.”

I said, “Some things that are legally right are morally rotten. That’s one of them.”

I said, “Perhaps the fellow that engineers the brick-cheese box around the corner will fix you up for a ten-spot but not your Uncle Fuller.

A man comes to me and says, “I have been married and divorced living unhappily—what will I do?”

I said, “I would go home and get down on my knees and say, ‘Look here, Lord, I’ve sinned against you, transgressed your laws, forgive me. Get up and trot square and go decently.’ That’s the best advice I can give you under the circumstances.”

Now listen! “Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things I say.”

The Real Essence of Christian Charity.

In the works of benevolence? How much do you give away? I don’t want to do anything to despise scientific charity. I don’t care to do anything of that sort, but listen! That doesn’t mean that if a fellow meets you on the street and asks you for your clothes that you’ve got to yank them off and give them to him and go home clothed in sunshine.

That doesn’t mean if some lazy wop that never worked in his life asks you to get out of your automobile that you climb out and let him get in and drive away and you hot-hoof it.

That doesn’t mean if you work and save your money and build your home that you’ve got to move and give it to somebody—no! Listen!

A Jew wouldn’t speak to a Samaritan, a Samaritan wouldn’t speak to a Jew; a Jew wouldn’t loan to a Samaritan, neither would a Samaritan loan to a Jew. Not at all! Jesus Christ went into Samaria. There he sat on the well-curb—hungry, dust-covered. Out came that woman and he asked her for a drink of water. She said,

“Not on your life, you’re a Jew, I’m a Samaritan. We have no dealings one with the other.”

“Now,” Jesus said, “look here, if you become my disciple you’ve got to loan to a Samaritan if he asks you, the same as a Jew. Give to him that asketh of you and him that would borrow of you turn not away.”

If a Samaritan came to borrow from a Jew, he gave him the cold-shoulder, and vice-versa, but Jesus said,

“Here, if you become my disciple you’ve got to give to him that asks you whether he’s a Jew or a Gentile.”

It doesn’t make any difference sumed annually. Thirty million men and boys smoke. Allowing it takes ten minutes to consume a cigarette, it would take an army of two million six hundred thousand men, smoking ten hours a day, to consume the annual output of the United States. I have heard keen, shrewd men say that they would about as soon their boy would drink as smoke cigarettes. Oh, if you keep on smoking cigarettes the way you are doing you’ll wake up some morning when your brain has run out on the pillow.

It’s almost certain to lead to drink, they say. It grinds a man’s will in to powder, racks his nerves, ruins his heart, deadens his sensibilities. You see him going up the street with a million dollars for dogs. Well, I like a good dog. My favorite is an Airedale. But I don’t like to see a fool woman hugging and kissing a pug-nosed dog. A woman must love something but I don’t call a pug dog something. Perhaps that’s one reason why your husband isn’t more affectionate. Any man with good rich, red blood in his veins don’t care to play second fiddle to a bow-legged

bull dog.

Last year we spent eight hundred million dollars for jewelry. All right! I love to see nice jewelry if you can afford it. I love to see it.

Last year we spent six hundred million dollars for autos. I wish everybody could afford an auto. I think it is one of the grandest inventions for the comfort, the happiness, of the American people. It makes a man forget. He spins out into the country in the motor and forgets his cares. I wish we all could afford it.

We spent three hundred million dollars last year for candy; thirty-six million dollars for soda-water; twenty-six million dollars for chewing gum; we spent more money for gum than we give for missions of all churches of all denominations. Why? “Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things I say?”

Personal Conduct Is Final Proof.

Is Final Proof.

“Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things I say”—in your personal conduct? I believe the law of Moses was the best law ever given. The law of Moses said, “An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth; limb for limb; the man that sheds blood, by man shall his blood be shed.”

Jesus Christ in his teachings did not abrogate the law of Moses. He said, “Love your neighbor as yourself,” and if you did there’d be no “eye for eye, tooth for tooth, or limb for limb.”

If everybody loved God and served him, what a happy place this old world would be, and if everybody could do the will of God! Everybody, my friends, has some verse in the Bible that’s hard for you. Here’s the hardest verse in the Bible for me to live up to—honest confession is good for the soul—“Resist not evil. If a man smite thee on one cheek, turn to him the other also.” I don’t know whether I have gotten down to that one cheek basis or not. If a fellow would swat me on one cheek, I think I’d clear for action like a battleship.

“Love your enemies. Bless them that curse you and do good to them that hate you and pray for them that despitefully use and persecute you.”

If you think that’s easy try it out. I’m trying my level best to live up to it. I’ve got a combative nature. I’ve got a temper like a sheet-iron stove—a bunch of shavings and a bundle of paper and a match will make it red hot in two minutes.

I want to think I’m making a little headway. Ask Mrs. Sunday—she’s lived with me nearly thirty years, and see if I’ve changed. If I should happen to get on a two hundred and fifty pound pressure and head out of the yard without orders and run by every danger signal and blow out a cylinder head, break a side-rod and throw a tire and go into the ditch, I’d feel worse about it than you do, but if you think its easy, you get out and take and pray for some old weasel-eyed, hatchet-faced, grim-visaged, cadaverous, lantern-jawed neighborhood gossiper that’s assasi-

nating your character and peddling a ot of lies up and down the neighborhood, get down on your knees, and say–“Now Lord –.”

No Disgrace in Upholding Principle.

Suppose you did turn the right cheek. There isn’t one fellow in a thousand that would eat you, but suppose he would. Suppose he knocked you down, suppose he loosened a molar. Jesus Christ could have had twelve legions of angels to come and fight for him but he didn’t call.

I was preaching in a town in Iowa and I was stopping at a hotel, and the phone rang, wanted me to come to the phone. I went and found a woman’s voice at the other end. She said,

“Mr. Sunday?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Will you please come up to my house? I want to see you.”

“No, mom. I’ll not. I’ve been preaching for twenty years and I’ve never yet crossed the threshold of any man’s home alone.” I’m not afraid of any skirt on God’s dirt, or anybody else. No, sir!

But I want to serve notice on you and the dirty, stinking, black-hearted degenerate, whiskey gang, if I don’t live what I preach I’ll leave the platform and I have never allowed a woman to come and see me alone.

A woman said, “Mr. Sunday, I want to see you alone.”

“I don’t see anybody but Mrs. Sunday alone. If you’ve got anything you want to talk to me about, sis, you do it right out here.”

I said, “I will come up,” she begged so hard, “but I will bring somebody with me.”

I turned to a friend and said, “Let’s go up, and see what’s the matter.” So we went up and she had no phone. Her neighbor had a phone. We went in and found a woman bruised, mutilated, print of a man’s hand upon her cheek, hair disheveled, clothing torn, and I said,

Severe Trials Test Out Our Virtues.

Your virtues are best discerned when subjected to the severest trials. The hammer displays the excellence of the diamond and the furnace ascertains the purity of the gold. Meekness is a dormant quality until injuries call it out.

You let your character be blasted; you let your interests be ruined; then it will appear how far these qualities govern and control you. Remember Christianity is a cross as well as a crown; it is martyrdom as well as coronation; it is exile as well as home; it is tears and partings as well as reunions.

“Why call ye me Lord, Lord and do not the things I say,” my friends, in your home and in your family life?

What motive animated your marriage? Was it the basis of mutual attraction? Why did you marry that girl? Because she was a good looker and could get herself up attractively?

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will is probated that he’d get something that he hasn’t the ability to earn? Why did you marry him?

Now, whenever a girl gets too proud to marry a young fellow with a hundred and sixty acres of land and a hundred red hogs and a lot of cows, because he can’t tell a tango from a load of hay—say, you put it down, will you, as a lead-pipe cinch that she’ll either die an old maid or she’ll marry some fellow on ten per with one pair of Hole-proofs.

Girls, if I were you I’d rather marry a man who is man enough to wear a pair of forty-nine cent overalls than to hook up to some Cuthbert who can play the mandolin or the ukelele and smoke Turkish cigarettes and live off the old man’s pension. That’s good dope.

Moral Requisites Needed for Marriage.

If I had the power to enact my convictions into law, I would require and compel that the prospective husband be able to show something more than the mere price of a marriage license. He’d have to show an ability and a disposition to maintain a home; he’d have to show himself sound in mind, sound in body and sound in morals.

I want to tell you, generations yet unborn have the inherent right to be well-born.

The three plagues of modern times are tuberculosis, alcoholism and venereal diseases. The first is subject to some sanitation—tuberculosis. The second, the saloon, alcoholism, is supposed to be restricted by the law, while the third has no control other than the whims and the fancies, the directions and the passions and the lusts of lustful men and of women.

Like produces like—in horses, hogs, cats, dogs, canary birds and human beings. These are days when the farmers of this country are spending millions of dollars to develop the highest, purest strain of blood in animals all over our land. They have learned, my friend, that blood tells. Blood tells.

Somebody has said the hand that rocks the cradle moves the world. The child gets his notion of God or the devil largely from his mother, and the devil finds no fault with the mother who sends her children to play in the street for fear they will wear out the carpet if they stay in the house, and by trying to shine in society she has no light for her own home, and by spinning society yarns a mother helps to make the rope that hangs her own boy.

Mother’s Influence On Child Noticed.

They say that Phidias, erecting a statue of Minerva, so inwrought his image in her shield that it was forever impossible to remove the image without effacing the statue,—so the mother ineffaceably imprints her characteristics upon her child.

They say of Lord Byron that his mother was beautiful, haughty, intolerably proud, and in Lord Byron we have the very essence of those characteristics.

Oh, what a crown awaits for the mother of the Wesleys! I’d rather be old Susanna Wesley, with John and Charles and that brood of kids than to have been Queen Victoria with her Prince of Wales and the crowned

A friend of mine riding on a train out in Iowa—a fellow sitting right behind him reached over and touched him on the shoulder and said, “Say, pard, do you believe in a woman’s love?” My friend said, “Yes.”

“Well, I used to but I changed my mind about all of them but one,” and he put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, unrolled it—a photograph—and leaning over he shoved it in front of my friend and he said, “That’s my mother.”

He said, “I was married. The tongues of gossip started; they told my wife I was false—it was all a lie. She believed them, got a divorce, married. Home broken up,” but he said,

“That woman’s mother. She would follow me across the country and if I were condemned she would have a rope put around her neck or sit down in the electric chair, and die for me, sir.”

Young Men Needed In American Church.

You don’t miss them until they are gone. There are fifteen million young men in this country between the ages of sixteen and thirty-five.

Fourteen million of them are not members of any church. Seven million of them attend occasionally.

Nine million never darken a church door. Church memberships increased one and one-half percent last year.

The population increased three percent. Crime increased nineteen percent and seventy percent of our criminals are young men under twenty-one years of age.

“Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things I say?”—in your home and in your family life and in society?

Wait a minute! I have no quarrel with society—only against the sinful usages of society. I believe in society with both hands up but I believe the most God-forsaken, good-for-nothing, useless women on earth, in an American society, woman whose life is frappes and there is nothing, my friends, to her but a frame upon which to hang fashionable clothes, and a digestive apparatus to digest highly seasoned foods.

Oh, genius and talent are choked by the insane desire to mould ourselves according to the social demands until we become infamous nonentities in the world! And if you only knew the inner life of many of the wealthier class you’d know how unhappy and dissatisfied these social butterflies are with their life and with the emptiness of it all and the way they live.

Right Kind of Society is Approved.

I believe in parties. Jesus Christ didn’t say, “When you have a party simply invite in your friends.” No!

He said, “Go get the poor, the maim- ed, the halt, the blind, the lame; they can’t return the compliment, so there’d be no recompense.” You apply the gospel and it will abolish the sins of society; it will drive them out.

We’ve got today the severest retribution against the impurity that lurks in the alley and in the cellar and in the fan tan, the opium joints and the coke joints, my friends, and all that —the stale beer joints—and we cry against it; we hurl the indignation of the law against it but we become

lenient as impurity arises in affluence, high social standing, and finally we are disposed to palliate if not apologize for their cussedness.

Hags of uncleanness today, they walk our streets, they ride in their limousines, sail in their private yachts, they look from behind French plate-glass and hide behind rich tapestries, they walk over Persian rugs, sit beneath the flash of the candelabra of wealth and they quaff their wine from gold or silver tankard and they eat from Haviland or hand-painted china. And society today is fast hastening to the judgment that overtook Pompeii, Herculaneum, and Sodom and Gomorrah, when God Almighty made old Mount Vesuvius vomit and puke in a hemorrhage of lava until he buried Pompeii fifty feet deep beneath the red-hot cinders and ashes where their vileness was sculptured on the wall and on the pillars of their temples.

I don’t know, people of Richmond, I don’t know how God Almighty will purify, whether he will start with a fire or with a flood or with a famine or with a pestilence or with a war, but he will do something. You can’t defy God all your days and lift your puny, infinitesimal, mediocre, pigmy selves up in defiance of the omnipotent and omnipresent God. No! No!

Here is a bunch, my friends, of high rollers, down in some palatial home; all of them dressed decollete (that means their collar around their waist) and there they have a retinue of servants to wait on them and they are hitting the booze. They are playing bridge to see who will lug home the cream pitcher, my friends, or the diamond or a pair of dancing pumps or silk hose.

“Why call ye me Lord, Lord?”

There seems to be no occasion to use brains in many of our society women. Oh, if you can join gracefully in the inanities of a dinner you will pass muster but if you happen to be familiar with anything that the real men in this country are doing, and happen to show familiarity with it, you will be looked upon as a frightful bore; they will wish that you were out.

Oh, some of our women are selfish, they are piggish, they are content, with comfortable living quarters, a good dinner, polo, bridge, auto, fine clothes, box at the opera. They will play bridge all night and all morning; they will go to a matinee in the afternoon; they will hire a taxi to take them home and then borrow twenty-five cents from the hired girl to start the gas meter.

Oh, many of them are empty shells; they are meaningless, accomplish nothing. The horizon of their lives seems to be bounded by visions and dreams of booze and of flesh-pots.

This Man Did Not Know When to Quit.

Like a fellow out in Iowa. He was the champion hot biscuit and buck-wheat pancake eater in the county– hot flapjacks and sausage with little sage in it would disappear down his old esophagus like flies down the throat of an alligator. One day he undertook the contract of disposing of a large slice of old-fashioned, hickory-curved ham and it scraped its rebellious way down his esophagus for about two inches and it lodged as tight as a bullet in a rusty gun and he hove and hove, like a ship in a storm but it wouldn’t move. His old eyes rolled like two buckeyes in a bowl of clabber but it didn’t move, and his old trombone neck lengthened and shortened in turn but it didn’t budge.

He got up careened across the floor like a horse with the blind staggers, but it didn’t budge, sir, and then his host said to him,

“Bill, you get down on all fours” and he went out and got a clapboard (they used to shingle houses with them when I was a boy) about that wide and about that long made out of hickory or oak. They’d stay on for twenty or thirty years and so he went out and got an old-fashioned hickory clapboard.

“You get down on all fours and when I hit, you swaller.” And he wound himself up like a calf player and he swung round a he swatted Bill on both hemispheres.

He jumped up and he said, “My Gosh! It’s gone.” So you people are being choked to death trying to gulp down the forbidden things of the world. It may take some of the good hard clapboard raps of the gospel to dislodge it but I have come as your friend to help you and I hope I might, lest it choke out every spark of manhood and womanhood in the world.

Many of our young men will spoutter, splurge, spend their daddy’s fortune, engage in four years of convention and never utter a sensible sentence, spend their money on fast women and wine, haven’t brains enough to amuse and entertain a playful kitten, and many of our girls—oh, they will flirt and they will paint, if you would kiss one of them you’d die of painter’s colic. When a little sissy comes in with a dress six inches above her shoe-tops and you meet one of these with a rig like that and have prayer-meeting thoughts. No, Sir!

Oh, the painted-faced, manicured- fingered, pencil-browed, fudge-eating, gum-chewing, rag-time, singing, jazzing, whizzing, giggling, nutting, frazzled-haired sissies that sling the batter all over the kitchen —they will sit down at the piano and sing, “Oh, does the spearmint lose its flavor on the bedpost over night?”

It’s a good deal harder to marry off a girl that has been pawed over by every yap in the community than it is to fatten a sheep on baked shavings or pineapple ice. You can’t goldbrick a sharp-eyed suitor any easier than you can fasten a pair of pajamas on a billy goat. And by Joe, I’d give more for one good, God-fearing, pant-patching, sock-darning, bread-making, praying mother in Israel than I would for a whole trainload of these little frizzle-headed sissies of our day, my friends, and the way they are living and how they are going. “Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things which I say”—in business?

Wait a minute! I believe God call men to business; I believe that righteousness in business will lead not only to the success of that business but to a tremendous influence upon moral character in the community, as well. You never can separate your manhood from your business and when you divorce your business from religion God Almighty will divorce himself from you.

Some Business Practices Condemned.

Too often business consists in getting all you can and keeping out of the penitentiary. A multimillionaire once asked by a friend of mine, “How many men have you known who reached great wealth, the possession of riches, that not injured their character?”

And he replied, “Not one.”

“Oh, if I don’t sell the sensational papers,” said a newspaper friend to me, “my competitor will.”

And said a barber, “If I don’t keep my shop open on the Sabbath, my neighbor will.”

Jenny Lind, the Swedish nightingale was commanded by the king of Sweden to appear in the palace and sing for the entertainment of visiting royalty one Sabbath. She refused to go, saying, “I can not.”

And when the king commanded her presence, she refused.

He jumped into the carriage of state and was driven to her home, and as her liege Lord, commanded her to come and entertain the visiting royalty. She arose and said:

“I owe my loyalty and my allegiance to a greater and higher and mightier monarch than thou—Jesus Christ—and I will not go.”

Bluntly put, my friends, I think this: The trouble with America is the lack of moral principle. New moral statues may be needed but statutes cannot put morals where morals do not exist.

I tell you men of Richmond tonight, the thoughtful business men all over this land are awakening to the perils that threaten our cities and our civilization in the wide-spread disregard for the old-time principles of integrity, honesty and manhood and business men everywhere are recognizing as never before that if civic righteousness prevails, if graft in high places is overthrown, if the great avalanche of vice that threatens our nation is stopped, if the tidal wave of intemperance and dissipation that threatens the young manhood of our land and imperils our destiny as a nation — if these evil forces are going to be defeated it will be done by and through the religion of Jesus Christ. That’s the only religion.

“Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things I say—” in politics?I am not a partisan. I believe in the man instead of the party. Al- though I am a Republican, anti-sa- loon Republican, I vote for a Demo- crat if he is a better man than the Republican. I didn’t vote for Wilson, but I’ll back him to the last ditch, because he’s a great man.

“Why call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things I say—” in politics?

The trouble is, my friend, that the Lincoln, the Clay, the Webster, the Sumner, the Calhoun and the Doug- las type of American statesman have been supplanted by the good-for-no- thing, God-forsaken, rat-hole, tin- horn, weasel-eyed, peanut grafting politicians of our day and yet the day of politicians of that kind and of that brand is over with; they are through with that type of politicians in America. We are getting through with that class of fellows.

The trouble is we have no God in American politics; we’ve got a gang of devils. We’ve got the devil of of- fice-seeking, we’ve got the devil of fraud, we’ve got the devil of graft, we’ve got the devil in justice, we’ve got the devil of wastefulness; we’ve got no God; we’ve got plenty of rum, we’ve got plenty of rye, we’ve got plenty of beer, we’ve got plenty of pork barrels, we’ve got plenty of city, plenty of state, plenty of nat- ional frauds—no God.

I do not believe in the union of church and of state. No, sir! And you never can unite, sir, and dictate and run this government by any ecclesiastical power on God Almighty’s dirt. Never! Never!

We will swim our horses, my friends, in blood to their bridles first.

I don’t believe in the union of church and of state, but I’d like to see a party recognize open and above board, without disguise, without can- the God in whose name Columbus discovered America, the God in whose name George Washington and the Continental Army won our victory in the dark days of ’76.

I’d like to see them come out openly and acknowledge the God who protected our armies of ’76, of 1812, of 1848, of 1861, of 1898, and the God who hovered over the Stars and Stripes in the conflict of the world

the God of our happy homes, the God of our virtuous men and the God of our virtuous women, the God of our little children and the God of our bountiful harvests, the God of our prosperous nation.

God to be Recognized In All Walks of Life.

“Oh,” said a fellow to me in Illi- nois, “Bill, it wouldn’t be fair to put in the plank of a political party the recognition of a God when we’ve got a lot of people in this country that don’t believe in a God.”

Oh, we’ve got a lot of mutts that don’t believe in virtue; we’ve got people that don’t believe in the sanctity of the marriage ties; we’ve got people who don’t believe in property rights; we’ve got people who want to rob, who want to steal; we’ve got people that want to rape; we’ve got panderers, white slavers that want to seduce and sell the flower of our girlhood into slavery; we’ve got men that want to burn; we’ve got men that want to kill; we’ve got men that want to stick a gun under your nose.

Would you refuse to make laws against the criminal element because we have got an element that don’t believe in God, don’t believe in decency, don’t believe in Jesus Christ?

Billy Sunday hosted a revival campaign in Richmond, Indiana, starting April 17, 1922.

The Sunday Richmond (Indiana) campaign was hosted from April 17 through May 29, 1922.

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“I’ve Got a Combative Nature”—Billy
Fistic Opposition

“I was graduated from five gymnasiums: I can go so fast for five rounds you can’t see me for the dust,” said Billy Sunday, as he was describing an encounter he had with a wife beater. “I put my hand on the counter and I went over there like a shell out of a mortar, and he jumped backward to grab a 32 calibre gun that was lying there. I jumped between him and the gun and I said: “Don’t you move to touch that. If you do they will take you up with a dust pan and a whisk-broom.”

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“If we had known that there was any opposition to the Sunday campaign in Richmond, we would not have come,” said Robert Matthews, secretary to Billy Sunday, Monday, following a meeting of the executive council in the Reid Memorial church, Monday morning.

“We are here now, however, and the way to breed success is by success. Every minister left the meeting this morning with fire in his eye, determined to help make the series of meetings successful. A spirit of optimism was evident and I know that the people of Richmond cannot afford to stay away from our services.”

Mr. Matthews said that Mr. Sunday had received unanimous invitations to conduct meetings in 38 cities, and that they had believed the forces of Christianity in Richmond were united.

Devil Battle Sufficient.

“It is hard enough to battle the devil,” he said, “without having to fight also among a divided Christian army.”

Mr. Sunday said at the church meeting Monday morning, “When I was here 26 years ago Chapman said Richmond was the hardest town he ever tried, and I have heard the same thing said by every evangelist that has come since.”

“But we are coming through in fine shape,” he declared, “for we must make a success of this campaign. It is God’s work, and it must be done.”

The Sunday party was confident that the series of meetings would be a success in the end, Robert Matthews Sunday’s secretary, insisting that Billy had come to Richmond, when he knew so much about the town, because God had work for him to do there.

Enlarge Committee

In a committee meeting following it was voted to enlarge the finance committee, in order to relieve the meetings of the money raising, and to appoint a promotion committee to “sell” the idea of Billy Sunday to the merchants and big business men of the town.

“I am back of this meeting as much as ever,” declared F. S. Dodd, “but the finance committee is tired and discouraged. I am tired, and I do not have the enthusiasm for new ideas. When the members of a committee feel like that, it is time to get some new blood in to it.”

“We have got to sell the value of these meetings to Richmond,” declared Mr. Matthews. “We do not care for any difference whether or not they are interested in religion, we have got to make them see that Richmond can not fall down on this series.”

Suggests New Blood

New blood for the finance committee was demanded by Dr. J. J. Rae, of the First Presbyterian church. “No one realizes more than I do the obstacles that the committee has been up against,” he declared, “but we have got to give them new blood to bolster up their morale.”

“You should appreciate the efforts of your newspapers to give you the news of the meetings,” said Mr. Matthews. “I am an old newspaper man, and I appreciate how their work is not appreciated. Call them up and tell them that you appreciate their efforts to give the news of the meetings.”

Determination to keep Sunday here for the whole six weeks in spite of all difficulties was evidenced at the meeting. While the offer of a theater to raise the money for the tabernacle from Charleston, and then present it during the meetings, was being discussed officially, the suggestion that the offer be taken up was hotly opposed by many members of the committee.

No Time to Quit Now.

“The time to have dropped this thing was two months ago,” said one of the members. “We must put it over now.”

The Sunday meetings are the greatest he had ever heard in a town of the size of Richmond, Sunday declared. He said that Richmond had the greatest need of a revival. The other day, after a good day with his family there, and then return to Richmond

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