QUOTE (tarheelsfan23 @ May 9 2008, 11:04 AM)

I guess you could call it that. I was trying to invite them to church, if they didn't want to come all they would've had to say was no thank you and i'd be on my way. I think people have preconceived ideas about us, that we're just like Benny Hinn, Jerry Falwell(who was very liberal), Pat Roberson, etc.
We like those old-fashioned preachers, John Bunyan, Jonathan Edwards, George Whitefield, The Wesley Brothers, Charles Spurgeon, D.L. Moody, Billy Sunday, Bob Jones Sr., R.G. Lee, Lester Roloff, Lee Roberson, John R. Rice, Jack Hyles, Curtis Hutson, etc. Sorry for the long list of preachers but I just needed to show what preachers we look up to. Of course most of them are dead I know, but they were great men of the faith.
Jerry Falwell was liberal? That's not how I think of him.
Re: D.L. Moody: On December 29, 1876, Phillip Bliss, author of "Let the Lower Lights Be Burning" was enroute by train to preach at D.L.Moody's Tabernacle in Chicago. The temperatures were below zero as the train approached the Howe truss bridge over the Ashtabula River. Unknown to train crew or passengers, the extreme cold had caused the bridge's steel span to contract, pulling the support members off the foundation. The bridge was supported only by the steel rails of the track. When the train passed over the bridge, it collapsed, spilling the wooden passenger coaches with their hot pot-belly stoves and oil-filled lamps into the gorge. 92 people were killed, including Phillip Bliss, whose body was so badly burned it could not be identified. His is one of nine unidentified bodies buried at the Chestnut Grove Cemetary.
Moody preached a memorial sermon about his lost friend.
Phillip Bliss based his song on one of Moody's sermons about a ship that was lost because the port lights had been allowed to go out. Historians have hunted in vain for the identity of that ship and have concluded that it never existed. It's a nice story that never happened. However, Bliss's song has served as inspiration for countless sailors on the Great Lakes.
I am from Ashtabula. As I kid I walked across the fill where the old bridge stood and have seen the obelisk that marks Bliss's grave. Say a prayer for those who never made it to Chicago that wintry night.
Doug