This month I had the pleasure of spending
three days with a fellow preacher who was holding a meeting in Salem,
Ohio. We stayed in one of the brethren's home just outside Lisbon.
It was in Lisbon, Ohio, on November 18,
1827, that Walter Scott preached the true Gospel for the first time to
the assembled Baptists of the Mahoning Association. Every seat in the
Baptist church building was taken when Scott arrived in Lisbon. The
aisles and doors were jammed.
Earlier that year both Scott and Campbell
had decided after diligent study, that baptism was for the remission` of
sins. In conversation with Alexander and his father Thomas at Bethany,
Scott became even more convinced that Baptism was a part of the plan of
God's salvation.
That evening Walter was preaching on
Matt. 16:16, Peter's confession of Christ's Messiahship and Deity.
One Baptist, William Amend, a diligent Bible student himself, had
arrived late. He heard Walter Scott preaching on Acts 2:38 as he
approached the building. With sudden and firm resolve he pushed his way
through the crowd, made his way to the feet of the teacher and demanded
to be baptized for the remission of his sins.
From this beginning the entire Western
Reserve was turned upside down. Many heard the Gospel for the first time
and obeyed it. The Baptists and other denominational groups were in an
uproar. The Gospel had been planted in the hearts of men, and the
natural fruit was coming forth. despite the tares of the wicked one.
The church building that Scott preached in
is long gone today. The town of Lisbon is a sleepy, rural, Ohio
community with no remembrance of the excitement of earlier days. There
is no sound church in Lisbon today.
We traveled an hour or so down the road till
we came to a small sign declaring with weathered assurance that
"Bethany" was to the east. The road we turned onto was rough and narrow.
The hills rose up on either side and we crossed Buffalo Creek at least
four times as we wound up towards Bethany. It was in those waters on a
warm June day in 1812 that Alexander Campbell, his father and mother,
and three close friends were immersed for the remission of sins. The war
of 1812 with Britain was in full swing, and one of the men who came to
hear and see this, unusual spectacle left for a muster in town of the
militia. He returned six hours later in time to see the baptisms. The
Campbell's had been preaching baptism since he left.
Bethany College was erected by Alexander
Campbell several years later on land given to him by his father-in-law.
Campbell gave ten acres to the school board and by October 1842, the
first classes were held. The school had 102 students. Twenty classes
were formed, the first meeting at 6:30 AM. The school bell rang at
sunrise and every student was required to rise and start the day at that
time. Every student dressed alike in gray or black in material "not to
exceed six dollars a yard."
The ideal behind Bethany was not to produce
a theological seminary but "a literary and scientific institution,
founded upon the Bible as the basis of all true science and true
learning." Bethany did not have a "Bible Department." The Bible was
taught in every class. Great men taught there, and great men were
students there.
We drove on the campus and found a librarian
that would permit us to look into the "Campbell Room" at the remains of
Campbell's library and papers. Old letters, ledgers, notes, papers and
books were idly stuffed in cabinets and bookcases. The people who worked
on campus had no idea of the heritage they had been bequeathed.
The receptionist thought we were looking for
material on the inventor of the telephone because she kept referring to
"Alexander Campbell Bell" no doubt confusing Graham with Campbell.
In our search for material to buy or be
given we visited the religion professors in their offices. While the
other preacher talked to them; I glanced over their libraries. There was
nothing one wouldn't find in any denominational preacher's library:
junk. The bulletin board in the hall advertised a new course in methods
and theory of Civil Disobedience with a "practical lab."
We made our way to the home of Campbell, his
Bethany mansion. The house was old, rickety, and in disrepair. A house
where generations of Campbell's lived and died, where presidents slept,
where great Bible discussions with great preachers went far into the
night-now stands creaking and idle, a minor tourist attraction.
We ended our day in Bethany talking to a
very old man, Wilbur H. Cramblet. Cramblet had his PhD from Yale before
he was.21. He had taught in Kansas shortly after it became a state,
about the time Roy Cogdill was born. He had been president of Bethany
College, President of the Disciple's Board of Publications, President of
the West Virginia Missionary Society Board. His book, The Christian
Churches (Disciple of Christ ) in West Virginia, was reviewed by Brother
Willis in Truth Magazine ("No New Thing Under The Sun" Vol. 17, p. 99 &
115).
His books were mildewing in a damp basement.
As we were going downstairs, he told us he was in the process of sorting
his periodicals. We had visions of old unbound volumes of the Advocate
going back to the last century, at the very least the Standard. But his
periodicals were Newsweek, Life, and Sports Illustrated.
From the paraphanalia on his walls,
Cramblet's greatest joy was his association with the institutions he
headed, the political figures he had met, and his longtime association
with the Masons. His library was junkier and even more worthless than
the religious department's.
So What?
It struck me as we drove out of that
isolated valley and its one gas-pump town, "How did Campbell change the
face of America and touch so many lives? What is his heritage today?"
Campbell as a man left little or nothing. If he were to return to
Bethany Campus today, he would find a few crumbling books, yellowed
creased papers stuffed into a cabinet. He might find a few sticks of
funiture and odds and ends from his house. If he were to see the bar in
the home of the president, the lasciviously clad girls walking about on
campus, and view the place the Bible takes in the curriculum of their
evolution and religion classes, he would probably stalk away in
frustrated rage.
Campbell's heritage was not in the college
he founded, the papers he started, or the money he spent. Campbell's
heritage was a strong and defiant individualism that pointed men away
from conformity to the word of God. The fruit of that is eternal and
still growing today, because he turned men to the only lasting heritage
we have. Solomon's temple is gone, David's battles are long gone, the
pain and sacrifice of the Apostles has long since gone into the earth,
but the heritage they left us through their teaching will bear fruit in
eternity. Campbell was not inspired, but he like all men, went to the
dust, and his works will follow him to eternity or to the dust.
Where will "our" colleges be 150 years from
now? Or the papers, or the church buildings, or the houses we live in?
Will our books, and papers, and personal possessions be rotting in a
library or an attic, or long since hauled away to the garbage dump of
the future? The only thing that endures is the soul of man. What are we
doing about its future. Souls converted to Christ, washed in the blood
of the Lamb, led from spiritual infancy to full maturity by preaching
the full counsel of God, strong men standing behind the power of God:
These are what stand for eternity. We are making the history of tomorrow
and the substance of eternity now. "Seeing then that all these things
shall be dissolved, what manner of persons ought ye to be in all holy
conversation and godliness" (2 Pet. 3:11)?
Truth Magazine - September 25, 1975
Other Articles
by Jeffery Kingry
Humility: True Perspective
- Caffin,
B.C. (1950), II Peter – Pulpit Commentary, H.D.M. Spence
and Joseph Exell, eds. (Grand Rapids: Eerdmans).
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