The preaching hall in Pernambuco was crowded with attentive listeners.
One of these was Herculano, a Brazilian of giant proportions.
His eyes were riveted on the speaker, who, with impassioned zeal,
proclaimed the mighty truths of a majestic text: "The blood
of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin."
When the service was over, Herculano said, "Missionary,
I've never heard anything like this before but I like your
message about the cleansing blood of Jesus. That is what
I need." When the missionary suggested a visit to
his house for the purpose of further discussion, he readily
assented and a meeting was arranged for the following day.
The next morning the missionary was informed that it would be
an act of extreme recklessness to visit Herculano. Said his informant: "Herculano
is a giant in wickedness as well as in size, and is interested,
not in Christianity, but in robbing or killing you. Moreover,
the district in which he lives is a veritable den of thieves
and murderers. Even a policeman will not go there alone and strangers
who have ventured to enter have never been heard of again. The
missionary knelt in prayer of renewed consecration to his Master,
then set out on his journey. At the appointed place Herculano
met him and guided him to his small adobe hut. When they reached
the place, every living thing vanished in haste. Herculano's
wife, children, dogs and cats were terrified at his presence
and fled as for their lives.
The missionary sat on an old kerosene box, looked into the bloodshot
eyes of his auditor and said: "Although warned that it would
probably mean death to come to this place, I have fulfilled my
promise. I am here because I am more concerned about your soul
than about my own life." Then in simple language he told
of the gospel of salvation, of God's love, of Christ's death
and of Calvary's cleansing fountain.
"The cleansing blood -- that is what I need!" exclaimed
Herculano. But even as he spoke his face blanched and his enormous
frame trembled violently. His unregenerate nature was aroused
and he was engaged in a fierce conflict. He was struggling with
a savage impulse to seize the missionary and strangle him. The
missionary was skilled in dealing with souls. He knew that the
soul-winner's final resort and most potent weapon is prayer. "I
then slipped to my knees," relates he, "and the big
giant knelt beside me. Then, with trembling voice and eyes overflowing
with tears, I began pleading with God on behalf of this poor
soul."
Soon he heard a body fall prostrate to the floor and a choked
voice, expressing an agony of sorrow and despair, cried out for
mercy and forgiveness: "O God! save a poor, degraded, miserable
sinner! Wash me in the cleansing blood of Jesus!" Such was
the piteous, continual cry of this man as he rolled in agony
on the floor. Finally Herculano rose up, saying he was assured
the Lord had heard and saved him. He then related some of the
highlights of his career. He was the hired assassin of an influential
politician; because of his crimes he had spent seventeen years
on Convict Island; recently released, he had gone back to making
his living by murder and had already carried out orders to assassinate
a man.
The cleansing blood of Jesus!
That is what I need!
Wash me in the cleansing blood of Jesus!
"The blood of Jesus Christ, God's Son,
cleanses us from all sin."
That was the text that transformed Herculano from a vicious savage
to a gentle saint. It was that same stupendous text that wrought
a stupendous history in the life of Solomon L. Ginsburg, the
Firebrand of Brazil, who was instrumental in Herculano's conversion.
I. The Blood of Jesus Christ Tells of the
Fulfillment of Ancient Prophecy
Solomon Ginsburg was born near Suwalki, Poland, on August 6, 1867.
His father was a Jewish rabbi. When he was six years old he was
sent to live with his mother's people in Koenigsberg, because
he could secure much better educational opportunities in Germany
than in Poland. At his father's insistence he returned home at
the age of fourteen to find practices and plans which were very
distasteful. He revolted against the pharisaical strictness which
decreed, for instance, that no match could be lighted on a Sabbath
day and no handkerchief could be carried in one's pocket. Mr.
Ginsburg wanted his son to follow in his steps and become a rabbi.
He had already arranged for Solomon to marry the only daughter
of a wealthy Jewish couple, who would assure his support for
seven years or more while mastering Hebrew, the Talmud and other
rabbinical studies.
Young Ginsburg's dissatisfaction with this entire arrangement
was intensified when he learned that the girl was scarcely twelve
years old. He determined to flee, but, being closely guarded,
it was only after every preparation had been made for the wedding
feast that he was able to escape. He was then fifteen years of
age. He wandered through Poland and Germany for some time, then
took passage at Hamburg on a sailing vessel carrying horses to
London. There he secured employment as assistant bookkeeper in
the large dry goods store of his uncle, a typical orthodox Jew.
One Sabbath afternoon while passing along Whitechapel Street he
was accosted by a converted Jew, who said: "I wish to invite
you to go with me to a service at the Mildmay Mission. I am going
to speak on the 53rd chapter of Isaiah." Instantly young
Ginsburg recalled an incident that took place in Poland. His
father was celebrating the Feast of the Tabernacle, living in
a tent or booth he had set up close to the house.
One day Solomon picked up a copy of the Prophets, turned to the
book of Isaiah and, quite by accident, began to read the 53rd
chapter. As he read, his interest was kindled and, turning to
his father, asked, "To whom does the prophet refer in this
chapter?" A profound silence came over the rabbi. Not being
answered, Solomon repeated his question; whereupon his father
snatched the book out of his hand and deliberately slapped him
in the face. "I felt quite chagrined," says Solomon
in his autobiography, "but in the providence of God it served
its purpose, for, when the Jewish missionary asked me to go and
hear him explain that very chapter, I went out of curiosity to
see if he had a better explanation than the one my father had
given."
He listened with fascinated interest as the speaker called attention
to the wonders of the life of Jesus and showed how every prophecy
was fulfilled in Him. He could not grasp it all, but he did understand
that Isaiah 53 was a divinely given picture of the coming Messiah
and that its prophecies had their exact and revealing fulfillment
in the drama that took place on Golgotha's brow.
II. The Blood of Jesus Christ Reveals
the Hideousness of Sin and Effects a Wondrous Deliverance
Ginsburg secured a copy of the New Testament and as he read it,
he was soon convinced that Jesus Christ was the promised but
rejected Messiah of Israel. He saw Jesus as the Messiah, not
his Messiah. He saw the relationship between the sufferings
of Christ and the sufferings of the Jewish race, but
he did not see his involvement and his need. "For
the first time," he relates, "I realized the reason
for the terrible history of the Jews, the sufferings and persecutions
they had gone through and were still enduring."
He commenced regular attendance upon the Saturday afternoon meetings
in the Wellclose Square Mission and continued his avid reading
of the New Testament. It was a notable day when his reading brought
him to the scene at Calvary. Concerning this he wrote "Oh!
how I wept when I came to the crucifixion scene and read those
awful words, 'His blood be on us and on our children!' It seemed
that I had taken an active part in the murder of the Innocent
One. I realized that I must cast in my lot with Jesus and plead
for forgiveness for the part I had in that great crime
of Calvary."
This, however, was not easy to do. He had heard his uncle condemn
and curse the Jews who had abandoned their faith. He knew that,
to take his stand for Christ, would mean that he would lose his
job, that he would be driven from the home where he had spent
so many happy days, and would suffer the terrors of boycott and
excommunication. For three months he waged a fearful battle.
In the intensity of the struggle he was unable to eat or sleep
for some days. When it seemed as though his health and reason
would give way, deliverance came. At the Wellclose Mission he
heard Reverend John Wilkinson preach a powerful sermon on the
text: "He that loveth father or mother more than me is not
worthy of me." He emphasized especially the last phrase, "not
worthy of me"- not worthy of Jesus.
Ginsburg returned to his room and paced the floor until past midnight.
Early in the morning he made the great surrender and God's great
sunrise dawned upon his enraptured soul. His experience was similar
to that of John Wesley, who said: "I felt that I did trust
Christ, Christ alone, for salvation and that my sins, even
mine, were washed away." Said Ginsburg: "I knew
that I was forgiven and accepted. I felt my load was lifted.
I knew that my sins were washed away by the precious blood of
Jesus."
I was forgiven and accepted!
My load was lifted!
My sins were washed away!
All through the merits of His precious blood!
III. The Blood of Jesus Christ Calls for Consecration
and Suffering
Early the next morning after his conversion, Solomon told his
uncle at the breakfast table of his new-found Saviour and of
his joy in Christ. His uncle's reaction was alternately one of
sadness and violent rage. Solomon decided to make his public
confession of faith at the Mission and invited his uncle and
a number of friends to be present. They came and tried to dissuade
him from carrying out his intention. Failing in this they walked
out in a boisterous manner and slammed the door. After the meeting
Solomon joined several of the Mission workers in "a delightful
time of prayer and consecration." When he returned to his
uncle's house about midnight, he was greeted with a shower of
curses, broom sticks and hot water, and was driven from home. "Although
I had only a few shillings," he said, "in my heart
I was happy for being permitted to suffer for my Saviour." The
story of his conversion and persecutions spread widely and a
crowd of over three thousand attended the service when he was
baptized.
He forthwith became a member of the Bible class taught before
breakfast each Sunday morning by a layman, Mr. Badenoch. Here
he secured spiritual enrichment and fellowship. Mr. Badenoch
not only instructed the class; he also made the study of the
Bible a stimulus to active witnessing for Christ. "After
breakfast," says Ginsburg, "we would meet again and
go into the highways and byways of London and call the wanderers
in." How blessed it would be if every young convert could
come under the tutelage of a man such as Mr. Badenoch!
One Sunday morning Ginsburg took several of the members of the
Bible Class with him to witness to his people, the Jews, in East
London. When he began to tell of Jesus, the Jews assaulted him
and he had an experience similar to that of Paul at Lystra. He
was beaten unmercifully and kicked until he seemed to be dead.
When he regained consciousness he found himself in a garbage
box, some of his bones broken, his body covered with bruises
and his clothes soaked with blood. "Oh, but those were glorious
times!" says Ginsburg.
One day he was overjoyed to meet another uncle, recently arrived
in London and to receive from him news of his loved ones far
away. "I have come," said he, "to tell you that,
as I have no children, you are to inherit my wealth and also
I am going to take you back home." "That is great," Ginsburg
replied, "and I am ready to start home with you at any time." "But
there is one condition to your going home and being my heir,
and that is, you must renounce Jesus and Christianity." When
he demurred, the uncle said, "Come back in one week and
give your final answer. If you remain stubborn in your apostasy,
you will be excommunicated and disinherited."
After a week of struggle under the assaults of Satan, he returned
to find both of his uncles and a group of elderly Jews with flowing
white beards. When asked for his decision he told of hearing
the explanation of Isaiah 53, of being convinced that Christ
was the Messiah, the Son of God, and of his joy in Christ's love
and service. One of the Jews then began to read the words of
excommunication: "Cursed shall you be by day, cursed by
night; cursed when standing and cursed when lying down; cursed
when eating and cursed when drinking" --and so on through
a long list of imprecations. As he listened, Solomon cried unto
the Lord, and it seemed that he was gazing upon Christ on the
cross with outstretched arms, with these shining words written
above His head: "He hath redeemed us from the curse of the
law, being made a curse for us."
His heart was filled with joy unspeakable and full of glory.
Upon leaving the place,
"I was so happy," says Ginsburg, "I did not know
what I was doing. I walked right into the arms of a big policeman,
who asked me if I was drunk. I replied, 'No, sir, but I am very
happy.'"
In connection with work among children Ginsburg became acquainted
with Miss Carrie Bishop, a trained nurse, through whose influence
he was led to a new degree of consecration and to enter the Regions
Beyond Mission College for special training. During a vacation
period he was employed for the purpose of visiting the boats
coming in from Europe and watching for girls who were being smuggled
into England for white slavery, instead of for the honorable
occupations which they thought awaited them. When the white slavers
learned how he was depriving them of their victims, they waylaid
him and gave him such a severe beating that it took several months
to recover.
One day while he and another young convert were engaged in evangelistic
calling, they were accosted by a young man who urged them to
go to the fifth floor of a certain factory where a group of employees,
all Jews, were seriously interested in Christianity. Not suspecting
a trap, they went as directed and were promptly attacked by a
large number of men armed with hammers, stones and knives. His
companion escaped but he was severely beaten, after which they
dropped him, head first, over the banister and down a spiral
staircase. They expected that his neck would be broken but he
managed to break his fall by grasping the railing and so escaped.
Once again he suffered for his faith in Christ and once again
he was convinced that his life had been miraculously spared for
some divine purpose.
That purpose became increasingly clear to him as he prayed over
the desperate needs of India, Jamaica, South America and other
mission fields which came to his notice. As he prayed, the neglected
people of Brazil "seemed to loom up with outstretched arms" and
to appeal to him to come over and help them. He concluded that
this was a clear token of the divine will for his life and he
solemnly surrendered his consecrated all to the evangelization
of Brazil. Mrs. Kalley, formerly a missionary in Brazil, provided
passage money plus one hundred pounds. Beyond that he had no
promise of support. When his ordination and farewell service
was held, Hudson Taylor of the China Inland Mission was one of
the participating ministers.
Ginsburg went to Oporto, Portugal, for concentrated language study.
By diligent application he made splendid progress. His goal was
to learn one hundred new words each day. In his eagerness to
evangelize the people he wrote and published a tract in Portuguese,
entitled, Soa Pedro Nunca Foi Papa! ("Saint Peter
Was Never Pope.") After selling three thousand of these
tracts he wrote another, The Religion of Rags, Bones and Flour, in
which he exposed the priests for their exploitation of faked
relics. He soon learned of a Jesuit plot against his life and
fled the country. His stay in Portugal afforded opportunity to
learn of the superstitious practices and malevolent influences
of the Roman Catholic Church in a land where it is predominant.
Many years later he said: "Rome ruined Portugal, and is
ruining Brazil today. Brazil is being degraded by the craftiness
and intrigues of the Roman Church just as has been the case with
all people, nations and tribes that have come under its baneful
influence."
He reached Rio de Janeiro June 10, 1890.
IV. The Blood of Jesus Christ is a Fountain
of Cleansing for All Mankind
Eager to commence witnessing, Ginsburg went to the Public Square
on Sunday afternoon, stood up on a borrowed stool and began to
sing: "There is a fountain filled with blood..." He
began to preach and soon he had an audience of five thousand.
And what was the theme of this, his first public testimony in
Brazil? It is inferred in the shouted remark from a man in the
crowd: "You talk only of Jesus; tell us something about
the Virgin Mary." It is expressly stated that he
preached "Christ and Him crucified" and that he urged
his auditors to faith in His blood. He was convinced that faith
in Mary was an egregious delusion but that faith in the
blood of Jesus Christ was efficacious for the cleansing of
all sin.
He supported himself by selling Bibles and other religious literature.
One day he endeavored to sell a Bible to a shop owner, who became
angry and kicked him out of his store. Picking up his books,
the missionary returned to the store and said to the owner: "In
treating me as you have and damaging my books, you have violated
the law. If you do not buy this book, I shall call the police
and tell them what you have done." The man bought the book!
For eight months he had his headquarters at Pernambuco, where
he took charge of the mission activities of a Mr. Fanstone, a
Canadian who had gone on furlough, and traveled widely through
the district holding open-air services. One of his best helpers
was Reverend George Nind, a Methodist missionary who supported
himself by teaching music. He created a singular impression as
he came each Sunday afternoon, dressed in his tall hat and Prince
Albert coat, and led the singing. One afternoon a group of drunken
rowdies created a disturbance, assaulted the two missionaries
and dragged them to prison. When they were released, they found
the church hall crowded with praying Christians and sympathetic
unbelievers. "The Lord gave us that night many souls," says
Ginsburg. "It certainly was a great reward for the little
we suffered." The trials and triumphs of the Book of Acts
were being re-enacted!
In the lives of his converts he found the joy and inspiration
he needed in the face of accumulated trials. One of these was
a poor mail carrier. During his earlier life as a slave his legs
had been injured and he walked with difficulty. Nevertheless,
he walked a distance of about seventy-five miles on each mail
delivery. Soon after his conversion, which occurred when he was
fifty years old, he begged to be taught to read. "Why do
you want to learn to read?" asked Ginsburg. He replied: "First,
I want to read with my own eyes the letter of my Father in Heaven;
then also, as I walk along the road delivering mail from farm
to farm, I want to be able to deliver my Father's letter to those
who do not know Him yet." Great was his joy when he was
able to read and explain the New Testament to groups of listeners
on the farms along his route. Through the zealous seed-sowing
of this humble believer many were led to the Redeemer and several
congregations were started.
After contact with the Baptist stalwarts, Dr. Z. C. Taylor and
Dr. W. B. Bagby, Ginsburg was baptized in Bahia in November,
1891, and thenceforward associated himself with the Southern
Baptist Mission. It was in Bahia that the Baptists had purchased
an old Jesuit prison, in which many men of God had suffered and
died for conscience' sake, and had transformed it into a great
center of spiritual light. It was used to house a thriving young
church and a publishing concern.
It was a day of gladness when Ginsburg's fiancee, Miss Bishop,
arrived from England to share his arduous, lonely life. But their
joy was of short duration. Because of inadequate income, he had
to take his bride into undesirable quarters in the old Jesuit
prison. There she contracted yellow fever and, just five months
after reaching Brazil, she breathed her last. During her last
moments a wonderful smile played across her face and she whispered
in her husband's ear, "Do not weep for me. I am happy, for
I am going home."
Typical of many experiences in his life is the story of a Bible
and a song. One day a singular delegation arrived from
Amargosa, saying that the people of their city had expelled
the local priest on account of his immoral life and were
awaiting the coming of a missionary to explain to them the
teachings of the Protestants. A few days later Ginsburg was
on his way to Amargosa, traveling by boat and train. He occupied
his time, as usual, in selling Bibles, distributing tracts
and telling individuals "about Jesus and His power to
save." He felt a special concern for a young man to
whom he had sold a Bible. That night the meeting was a pronounced
success. It began at seven and lasted till three in the morning.
A large audience was present to hear him expound the Scriptures,
answer their numerous questions and sing hymns. The following
chorus, which he played on his Bilhorn organ and taught the
people to sing in Portuguese, was immensely popular:
"Oh, the blood of Jesus cleansed me.
Oh, the blood of Jesus cleansed me.
Happily will I sing praises to my King,
To my Lord Jesus, who saved me."
The young man who had bought a Bible was present and learned this
song. Returning to his town he was afraid to keep the Bible in
his possession, so he went to a brother of his, a baker, and
said: "Marcellino, an American persuaded me to buy this
book. But the priests strictly forbid us to read it, so I suggest
that you throw it into the fire." Encouraged by his older
brother, the young fellow told how the missionary preached on "the
blood of Jesus Christ that cleanses from all sin". He also
sang the chorus he had learned at the meeting. Unknown to others,
the baker was hungering for the Bread of Life. He was deeply
sin-conscious and was longing for cleansing. He came to the Fountain
of Blood and led a rich brother of his to the same Fountain.
The two brothers spread abroad the message of "free grace
and dying love," led hundreds to Christ, and established
dozens of preaching places in the vast interior of Brazil.
The cleansing blood of Jesus was the theme of the
missionary's sermon.
The cleansing blood of Jesus was the theme
of the missionary's song.
The cleansing blood of Jesus was the efficacious
message for needy hearts everywhere.
V. The Blood of Jesus Christ is a Mighty Incentive
to Heroic Service
In 1893 Ginsburg was married to Miss Emma Morton. Shortly thereafter
they commenced their missionary labors in Campos, where, at that
time, there were thirty believers. That little handful of seed,
through the blessing of God upon the indefatigable labors of
the Ginsburgs and others, has multiplied until the Campos Mission
(Southern Baptist) alone reports over one hundred and thirty
congregations and twice as many preaching places.
Ginsburg set his heart on building a church in Campos. But where
was the money to come from? Certainly little could be expected
from a few families of destitute Christians. He decided to put
to use one of his missionary principles: Ask the Lord and
tell the people about the needs. He began to tell the citizens
of his desire to build a chapel but he did not ask for donations.
A few days later a Jesuit priest published an article denouncing
the Protestants in bitter terms and announcing that any person
who helped the Protestants build a church would be excommunicated.
That article built the church! Every day Ginsburg received a
number of letters containing contributions and many of the donors
specifically requested him to publish their names, inasmuch as
they would count it an honor to be excommunicated.
The work in Campos was now in flourishing state and Ginsburg turned
prayerful efforts toward the lewd, worldly city of San Fidelis.
As a matter of missionary principle, he believed that a courageous,
positive attack is the best approach. Experience had demonstrated
that where the people were indifferent, the work progressed very
slowly, but that where the people were hostile and persecuted
the gospel messengers, the work advanced rapidly.
Taking Mrs. Ginsburg and his inseparable folding organ, he went
to San Fidelis. As he played and sang, a crowd of about a thousand
assembled. Some of them threw stones and rubbish when he began
to speak, others shouted indecent epithets, while others brandished
daggers and clubs to the accompaniment of dark threats. At length
he was arrested by the chief of police and confined over night
in a place reeking with rats and vermin. The next day the chief
offered to release him, if he would leave and never preach again
in that town. Ginsburg was made of the same stuff as John Bunyan.
Said Bunyan when offered a conditional pardon: "Release
me today and I will preach tomorrow." Said Ginsburg: "If
you release me, I will certainly continue my preaching."
Mrs. Ginsburg insisted on accompanying him when he was taken under
heavy guard to Nictheroy, the Capital, although fierce fighting
was going on there between government troops and a large number
of revolutionists. Just as "Ann of Ava" defied frightful
perils in her efforts to secure Judson's release from prison,
so Mrs. Ginsburg, "brave as a lion," walked the streets
of Nictheroy while the bombs were exploding over her head. Finally,
she reached the ear of the Governor and secured favorable action.
Soon after his release, the Firebrand of Brazil returned to San
Fidelis to face the mob and stones, just as did Paul in returning
to Lystra. The gospel gained signal triumphs in San Fidelis and
soon a flourishing church was established.
Many attempts were made to end Ginsburg's life, but the Lord delivered
him out of them all. On one occasion while he was enduring much
persecution and many hazards in Macahe, the rumor spread abroad
that he had been assassinated. One day he received the following
telegram from a distressed acquaintance in Campos: "It is
reported here that you have been assassinated. Please inform
me if this is true." He replied:
"Rumor rather exaggerated." A sense of humor was
one of his many missionary qualifications.
His energy and his vision were amazing. One of his
activities was the publication of a fortnightly paper, The
Good News. Through the medium of this paper, he learned of
the work of a colporter named Nelson, who was laboring heroically
in the Amazon Valley, preaching the gospel and supporting his
family by selling books. On the basis of repeated invitations,
he set out on a journey of several thousand miles to the Amazon
region. He found Nelson and his family living in a dark, damp
room, under going many hardships in trying to win souls. Both
he and his wife had suffered a double siege of yellow fever,
from which they had miraculously recovered. Ginsburg preached,
Nelson played the violin and sang, and the Holy Spirit blessed
the meetings. Nelson had formerly been a cowboy and had a voice
that was suitable to wide open spaces. At a convention in Rio,
Ginsburg once said: "The quickest way to evangelize South
America is to put Brother Nelson on top of the Andes and let
him preach!" Ginsburg was the first person to baptize converts
in the Amazon River and to organize an evangelical church in
that region.
An Assassin Converted
Returning from the Amazon, he began a series of open-air services
in Nazareth. The local priest hired a bandit to assassinate him
and got his accomplices -- the mayor, the judge and the police
-- to leave town so there would be no one to appeal to, in case
the nefarious plot became known. The plot did become known and
Ginsburg was urged not to hold the meeting, but he declared: "I
prefer dying to running away. I am ready to shed my blood
for that Dear One who shed His blood for me." He
preached for an hour, expecting every minute that something desperate
would take place but nothing happened. He called for a song and
then began preaching again. He boldly attacked the Church of
Rome and exposed the confessional, the immorality of the priests
and the evils associated with the doctrine of purgatory. Still
nothing happened and he closed the meeting disappointed, for
he knew that persecution would aid the cause.
Two months later the hired assassin was soundly converted and,
with tears flowing freely, confessed to the believers what had
happened. On the day he was to have assassinated the missionary,
he drank some liquor to stimulate his courage. He came to the
meeting both armed and nerved for his bloody assignment. However,
the drink overpowered him and put him to sleep! Said Ginsburg, "Here
is one good job that alcohol accomplished. It saved my life."
For some years (1900 to 1909) he labored in the Pernambuco field,
associated with Dr. W. E. Entzminger. In Pernambuco a beautiful
and spacious church edifice was erected. All of the money, except
$1,500 given by the W. M. U. of South Carolina, was contributed
by the Brazilians. Every Sunday morning the church would be crowded
with believers and, at the close, Ginsburg would urge them not
to return to the night service. How many ministers in the U.S.A.
ever do a thing like that? Ginsburg urged the morning audience
not to come out in the evening but to go out witnessing to their
neighbors and thus leave room in the church for the many outsiders
who wanted to hear the gospel. Because so many were out doing
evangelistic calling in the homes on Sunday afternoon and evening,
the church was crowded every Sunday night with audiences of eight
hundred to a thousand.
Hundreds were saved and each believer was a torch-bearer. Many
moved to other places and carried a fervent testimony that stirred
up bitter persecution. Church edifices were burned, believers
were flogged and their homes set on fire. But these and other
outrages only increased the spread of the gospel. In many instances
the persecutors could not help admiring the testimony and faith
of the Christians, and many of them later were converted and
became leaders in the churches.
Incident With a Priest
By this time Ginsburg was well known and thoroughly hated, especially
by the priests. One day on a train an elderly priest sat down
beside him, not knowing who he was. He, however, knew the priest
-- a man of immoral life commonly reported to have about eighty
children scattered among the homes of his parish. The passengers
were all agog to see what would happen. A lively conversation
ensued, in the course of which the priest made a violent attack
upon the character of "Solomao," as Ginsburg was called.
"Are you personally acquainted with this man Solomao?" he
asked.
"Oh, yes," the priest replied, "I know him well."
"What does he look like?"
"He is a very ugly man. His face is eaten up by smallpox
and by a bad disease."
As he continued in a very loud voice repeating vicious falsehoods
that were in circulation, the passengers laughed heartily, which
the priest interpreted to mean that he was making a good impression
on the hearers by his attacks.
"Look here, Senor Padre," said Ginsburg finally, "I
also know this Solomao and he is really not nearly so ugly as
you make out. In fact, I am Solomao!" A roar of laughter
went up from the passengers and great was the discomfiture of
the priest. Soon thereafter Ginsburg moved into the area where
this priest was vicar. One of the priest's illegitimate sons
lived just across the street, and his children and the Ginsburg
children became close friends. When Arvilla Ginsburg organized
a Children's Society, one of the priest's grandchildren was made
secretary of the Society and other grandchildren became charter
members.
Ginsburg saw the great need of trained Brazilian leaders and organized
a class of ten students for special study in Bible, theology
and history. Similar efforts were made by others in Rio and other
places. These humble beginnings developed eventually into the
two great colleges and two splendid seminaries located in Pernambuco
and Rio, and other institutions, which are today turning out
a stream of outstanding Christian leaders.
While Ginsburg was conducting a meeting in Uptinga, a group of
assassins boldly entered. The first one carried a scythe with
which he struck and felled a man. The second assassin brandished
a revolver. The third, wearing a mask, carried a long sword.
He made a terrific slash at the missionary as he sat playing
the organ by the light of a borrowed lamp. If the aim had been
good, it would have decapitated him, but the sword struck the
lamp instead. The place was instantly in total darkness and a
great commotion ensued. When Ginsburg struck a match he found
the place deserted.
The Noted Bandit, Silvino
Shortly after this he had another remarkable deliverance. In the
northern section of the state of Pernambuco there was a band
of bandits who were roving about and committing many atrocities.
Their chief was Antonio Silvino, a daring and desperate criminal
who had a well-founded reputation for quick and accurate shooting.
An Italian monk, Celestino by name, told this bandit some wild
stories about Ginsburg and hired him, on payment of fifty dollars,
to kill the hated missionary. They found out that on a certain
morning he was to visit the village of Moganga. He left Nazareth
at two o'clock in the morning and about five o'clock he saw a
man by the road, holding a double-barreled gun. Thinking the
man was out hunting, Ginsburg stopped his horse, greeted the
man in a friendly fashion, then rode on. The people of Moganga
heard of the plot and were surprised to see him alive. A great
crowd turned out for the evening meeting which lasted till almost
midnight. Utterly exhausted, Ginsburg lay down in his hammock
to sleep. Just then there was a knock at the door and a voice
said, "I am Antonio Silvino and I want to see Senor Solomao."
Ginsburg's heart quailed within him. He had escaped the bandit
in the early morning only to be tracked down at midnight! Thinking
his end had come he fell on his knees and prayed for strength
to give a good testimony in death as he had endeavored to in
life. He stepped into the adjoining room where the visitor was
waiting.
"Do you know who I am and why I have come here?" asked
the bandit.
"Yes, you are Captain Antonio Silvino and you have been hired
to kill me," replied Ginsburg.
"That is true," the bandit muttered.
Ginsburg closed his eyes and breathed a fervent prayer on behalf
of his wife and children, whom he never expected to see again.
At length the bandit chief looked up and, with tears and genuine
admiration said: "The monk said you were a wicked, dangerous
person and gave me money to kill you. Early this morning you
spoke to me so kindly I decided not to shoot you at once but
to find out more about you. I was present in disguise at the
meeting tonight while you were singing and praying and preaching.
Sir, I know now that you are doing a good work and I will not
kill you. I had rather kill the man who told me such lies about
you."
They talked and prayed the rest of the night. The bandit chief,
who had killed sixty-six persons, was converted and the transformation
in his life became the talk of the entire region. A reporter
for a paper went to interview him and disgustedly reported: "All
Antonio Silvino will talk about is the Bible and the Baptists."
"It is simply wonderful," wrote Ginsburg, "what
the Lord can do for a poor, degraded penitent sinner. The
blood of Jesus is still efficacious and saves unto the uttermost."
After a month of travel he reached home and found a letter from
a group of women in Americus, Georgia, saying: "Dear Brother
Ginsburg, In our missionary meeting today we felt led to offer
special prayers to our Heavenly Father to bless you and protect
you from all danger." When he looked at the date of the
letter, it was the very day he met the celebrated bandit, Antonio
Silvino.
He was a man mighty in prayer, for by prayer he had seen many
miracles performed. In the year 1911, while serving on the Bahia
field, he led a crusade of prayer and evangelism and more than
one thousand souls were gathered in. Needing a rest and desiring
to see his family who had been in the States for several years,
he decided to take a furlough. When he reached Lisbon and was
about to embark for London, telegrams were posted telling of
terrific storms raging in the dangerous Bay of Biscay. He had
a stop-over ticket and could easily delay his journey, taking
the next boat later. Should he go ahead or wait a week? He made
it a matter of prayer. As he implored divine guidance he turned
to the W.M.U. prayer calendar and found the following text: "He
knoweth thy walking through this great wilderness; these forty
years the Lord thy God has been with thee; thou hast lacked nothing" (Deut.
7:2). His heart at complete rest, he proceeded to London and
thence to New York aboard the Malestic. If he had halted
his journey in Lisbon, he would have been a passenger on the
ill-fated Titanic, which struck an iceberg and sank on
its maiden voyage.
Returning to Brazil after his furlough, he assumed important functions
in connection with the Publishing House in Rio, which kept him
occupied from daylight till far into the night. During his incarceration
in Nictheroy some years before, he was unable to find a single
book or paper to read, although there were about 500 prisoners
in the penitentiary. He resolved to do something to alleviate
the lot of the prisoners, whenever he could. Now the Publishing
House began to supply seven hundred and fifty prisons with New
Testaments, hymn books and the weekly religious paper. Rich blessings
attended this ministry. A prisoner in Bahia was saved and, upon
his release, walked three hundred miles to tell his relatives
and friends of the sweetness and power of Christ's redeeming
compassion. "Wonderful letters have come to us," Ginsburg
states, "from these dungeons of sin and misery. The blood
of the Lord Jesus is still powerful to save."
The blood of Jesus Christ was his laver of cleansing
in the days of his youth.
The blood of Jesus Christ was the theme of his message
down through the years.
The blood of Jesus Christ was the incentive to valiant
labors and the inspiration of all his days.
As the result of the blessing of the Spirit of God upon the heroic
labors of Solomon Ginsburg and many other noble souls, both missionaries
and nationals, Southern Baptists have for several years been
organizing an average of one new church a week in Brazil, and
certain other evangelical groups are also reaping a Pentecostal
harvest.
The Firebrand of Brazil burned like heated phosphorous and at
last burned out, April 1, 1927. Did it really burn out?
Rather, its radiance was transferred to another sphere, where
it will continue to shine with undiminished luster in the constellation
of the missionary immortals.
Used with permission. Copied by Stephen Ross for
WholesomeWords.org from Blazing the Missionary Trail by
Eugene Myers Harrison. Chicago, Ill.: Scripture Press Book Division, ©1949.
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