This
article is adapted from a taped message delivered by Mr. Duncan Campbell
approximately thirty years ago to the students of the Faith Mission Bible
College in Edinburgh, Scotland. It chronicles some of Mr. Campbell's
experiences and insights related to the revival from 1949-1953 in Hebrides
Islands off the northwestern coast of Scotland.
I never read that
third verse without my mind going back to what actually happened in the parish
of Barvas on the island of Lewis. At the outset, let me make it clear that I
did not bring revival to the Hebrides. I had the privilege of being there and
in some small way leading the movement for about three years but God moved in
the parish of Barvas before I set foot on the island. Revival is still a sign,
which is spoken against, and you cannot believe every story you have heard
about the Lewis Awakening. Down through the years things have been said which
have no foundation in fact, however, facts are powerful things.
First, let me tell
you what I mean by revival. An evangelistic campaign or special meeting is not
revival. In a successful evangelistic campaign or crusade, there will be
hundreds or even thousands of people making decisions for Jesus Christ, but the
community remains untouched, and the churches continue much the same as before
the outreach. In revival, God moves in the district. Suddenly, the community
becomes God conscious. The Spirit of God grips men and women in such a way that
even work is given up as people give themselves to waiting upon God. In the
midst of the Lewis awakening, the parish minister at Barvas wrote, "The
Spirit of the Lord was resting wonderfully on the different townships of the
region. His Presence was in the homes of the people, on meadow and moorland,
and even on the public roads." This presence of God is the supreme
characteristic of a God-sent revival. Of the hundreds who found Jesus Christ
during this time fully myself or any other ministers in the parish saved
seventy-five per cent before they came near a meeting or heard a sermon. The
power of God, the Spirit of God, was moving in operation, and the fear of God
gripped the souls of men - this is God-sent revival as distinct from special
efforts in the field of evangelism.
How did this gracious
movement begin? In 1949, the local presbytery issued a proclamation to be read
on a certain Sunday in all the Free Churches on the island of Lewis. This
proclamation called the people to consider the "low state of vital
religion . . . throughout the land . . . and the present dispensation of Divine
displeasure . . . due to growing carelessness toward public worship . . . and
the growing influence of the spirit of pleasure, which has taken growing hold
of the younger generation." They called on the churches to "take
these matters to heart and to make serious inquiry what must be the end if
there be no repentance. We call upon every individual as before God to examine
his or her life in light of that responsibility which attends to us all and
that happily in divine mercy we may be visited with a spirit of repentance and
turn again to the Lord whom we have so grieved." I am not prepared to
say what effect the reading of this declaration had upon the ministers or
people of the island in general, but I do know that in the parish of Barvas a
number of men and women took it to heart, especially two old women. I am
ashamed to think of it - two sisters, one eighty-two and one eight-four, the
latter blind. These two women developed a great heart concern for God to do
something in the parish and gave themselves to waiting upon God in their little
cottage.
One night God gave
one of the sisters a vision. Now, we have got to understand that in revival
remarkable things happen. It is supernatural; you are not moving on human
levels; you are moving in divine places. In the vision, she saw the churches
crowded with young people and she told her sister, "I believe revival
is coming to the parish." At that time, there was not a single young
person attending public worship, a fact that cannot be disputed. Sending for
the minister, she told him her story, and he took her message as a word from
God to his heart. Turning to her he said, "What do you think we should
do?" What?" she said, "Give yourself to prayer;
give yourself to waiting upon God. Get your elders and deacons together and
spend at least two nights a week waiting upon God in prayer. If you will do
that at your end of the parish, my sister and I will do it at our end of the
parish from ten o'clock at night until two or three o'clock in the
morning." So, the minister called his leaders together and for several
months they waited upon God in a barn among the straw. During this time they
plead one promise, "For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and
floods upon dry ground: I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and my blessing
upon thine offspring" (Isaiah 44:3).
This went on for at least three months. Nothing happened. But one night a young deacon rose and began reading from Psalm 24, "Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? Or who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully. He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation" (Psalm 24:3-5). Closing his Bible, he addressed the minister and other office bearers in words that sound crude in English, but not so crude in our Gaelic language, "It seems to me so much humbug. To be waiting as we are waiting, to be praying as we are praying, when we ourselves are not rightly related to God." Then, he lifted his hands toward heaven and prayed, "O God, are my hands clean? Is my heart pure?" Then, he went to his knees and fell into a trance. Now, don't ask me to explain the physical manifestations of this movement because I can't, but this I do know, that something happened in the barn at that moment in that young deacon. There was a power loosed that shook the heavens and an awareness of God gripped those gathered together.
Now, I wasn't in the
island at the time. I was in another area when word came asking me to come to
Lewis for ten days. I had other meetings scheduled and wrote back that I would
put Barvas on my calendar for the following year. However, due to circumstances
I won't go into, my other meetings were cancelled, and I found it possible to
go to the islands as requested. Arriving by boat, I was met by the minister of
the church and one of his office bearers. As I stepped ashore, the office
bearer came to me and said, "Mr. Campbell, may I ask you a question?
Are you walking with God?" I was happy to be able to respond, "I
can say this at any rate, and I fear God."
They had arranged for
me to address the church at a short meeting beginning at nine o'clock that
night. It was a remarkable meeting. God, in His sovereignty, moved and there
was an awareness of God, which was wonderful. The meeting lasted until four
o'clock in the morning, and I had not witnessed anything to compare with it at
any other time during my ministry. Around midnight, a group of young people
left a dance and crowded into the church. There were people who couldn't go to
sleep because they were so gripped by God. Although there was an awareness of
God and a spirit of conviction at this initial meeting, the real breakthrough
came a few days later on Sunday night in the parish church. The church was
full, and the Spirit of God was moving in such a way that I couldn't preach. I
just stood still and gazed upon the wondrous moving of God. Men and women were
crying out to God for mercy all over the church. There was no appeal made
whatsoever. After meeting for over three hours, I pronounced the benediction
and told the people to go out, but mentioned that any who wanted to continue
the meeting could come back later. A young deacon came to me and said, "Mr.
Campbell, God is hovering over us." About that time the clerk of the
session asked me to come to the back door. There was a crowd of at least 600
people gathered in the yard outside the church... Someone gave out Psalm 102
and the crowd streamed back in to the church, which could no longer hold the
number of people. A young schoolteacher came down front crying out, "O
God, is there nothing left for me?" She is a missionary in Nigeria
today. There was a busload of people coming to the meeting from sixty miles
away. The power of God came into the bus so that some could not even enter the
church when the bus arrived. People were swooning all over the church, and I
cannot remember one single person who was moved on by God that night who was
not gloriously born again. When I went out of the church at four o'clock in the
morning there were a great number of people praying alongside the road. In
addition to the schoolteacher, several of those born again that night are in
foreign mission work today.
From Barvas, the move
of God spread to the neighboring districts. I received a message that a nearby
church was crowded at one o'clock in the morning and wanted me to come. When I
arrived, the church was full and there were crowds outside. Coming out of the
church two hours later, I found a group of 300 people, unable to get into the
church, praying in a nearby field. One old woman complained about the noise of
the meetings because she could not get to sleep. A deacon grabbed her and shook
her, saying, "Woman, you have been asleep long enough!"
There was one area of
the islands, which wanted me to come, but I didn't feel any leading to accept
the invitation. The blind sister encouraged me to go and told me, "If
you were living as near to God as you ought to be, He would reveal His secrets
to you." I agreed to spend a morning in prayer with her in the
cottage. As we prayed, the sister said, "Lord, you remember what you
told me today that you were going to save seven men in this church. I just gave
your message to Mr. Campbell and please give him wisdom because he badly needs
it." She told me if I would go to the village, God would provide a
congregation. I agreed to go, and when I arrived at seven o'clock, there were
approximately 400 people at the church. The people could not tell what it was
that had brought them; the Spirit of God had directed it. I spoke for a few
minutes on the text "And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but
now commandeth all men everywhere to repent”(Acts 17:30). One of the
ministers stopped me and said, "Come and see this." At one end
of the meetinghouse, the most notorious characters in the community were on
their faces crying out to God.
On a trip to a
neighboring island I found the people were very cold and stiff. Calling for
some men to come over and pray, I particular requested that a young man named
Donald accompany them. Donald, who was seventeen years old, had been recently
saved and baptized in the Holy Spirit about two weeks later on a hillside. As
we were in the church that night, Donald was sitting toward the front with
tears falling off his face onto the floor. I knew Donald was in touch with God
in a way that I was not. So I stopped preaching and asked him to pray. Donald
rose to his feet and prayed, "I seem to be gazing into an open door and
see the Lamb in the midst of the throne and the keys of death and hell on his
waist." Then he stopped and began to sob. After he composed himself,
he lifted his eyes toward heaven, raised his hands, and said, "God,
there is power there. Let it loose!" And at that moment the power of
God fell upon the congregation. On one side of the room, the people threw up
their hands, put their heads back and kept them in that position for two hours.
It is hard to do this for ten minutes, much less two hours. On the other side,
the people were slumped over, crying out for mercy. In a village five miles
away, the power of God swept through the town and there was hardly a house in
that village that didn't have someone saved in it that night.
In one area of the
district there was bitter opposition to the movement because I preached the
baptism of the Holy Ghost as a separate and distinct occurrence following
conversion. Those who opposed me were so successful in their opposition that
very few people came to the meetings. One night, the session clerk came to me
and said, "There is only one thing we can do to the correct the
situation which now prevails. We must give ourselves to waiting upon God in
prayer. I have been told there is a farmer who said we could meet in his home.
He is not a Christian and his wife isn't saved, but they are God-fearing
people." About thirty of us, ministers and elders from the district,
met in this farmer's house. I felt the going very, very hard. I prayed. All the
ministers prayed. One felt that the very powers of hell were unleashed.
About midnight I turned to one of the elders
and told him I thought the time had come for him to lay hold of God. This man
rose to his feet and prayed for about half and hour. (Of course, you must
remember that we were in revival, and in revival time doesn't exist. Nobody was
looking at the clock.) The man paused, lifted his hand toward heaven and said, "God,
did You know that your honor is at stake? You gave the promise that You would
pour water on the thirsty and floods upon the dry ground, and You are not doing
it." I wonder how many of us could approach God with words like that
on our lips? Then he said, "There are five ministers in this meeting,
including Mr. Campbell, and I don't know where a one of them stands in Your
Presence. But if I know anything about my own heart, I think I can say that I
am thirsty for a manifestation of Your power." He paused again, and then
cried out in aloud voice, "God, Your honor is at stake and I now
challenge You to pour water on the thirsty and floods upon the dry ground."
And in that moment the stone-built house literally shook like a leaf. I
immediately went to the Acts of the Apostles where it is recorded that they
prayed and the place where they were assembled was shaken. As soon as this dear
man stopped praying, I pronounced the benediction a little after two o'clock in
the morning and went out to find the whole village ablaze with God.
I went into one house and found nine women on their knees in the kitchen crying out to God. One woman saved that night has written some of the finest Gaelic hymns in our Gaelic hymnal. On the following Sunday, the road was black with the people walking two miles to the church. The drinking house in that particular village closed that night and has never reopened since. This is God at work. A God sent revival is always a revival of holiness.
It takes the
supernatural to break the bonds of the natural. You can make a community
mission-conscious. You can make a community crusade-conscious. But only God can
make a community God-conscious. Just think about what would happen if God came
to any community in power. I believe that day is coming. May God prepare us all
for it. Amen.
Duncan Campbell: Duncan Campbell (1898-1972) was raised in the Highlands of Scotland. He came to the Lord as a teenager and served congregations of the United Free Church (Presbyterian) and as an itinerant evangelist. In addition to his involvement in the Lewis Awakening, he was much in demand as a speaker throughout the British Isles.