Smith Wigglesworth's conversion

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Smith Wigglesworth's conversion



My father was very poor and worked long hours for little pay in order to support mother and us three boys and one girl.

I can remember one cold frosty day when my father had been given the job of digging a ditch seven yards long and a yard deep, and filling it up again, for the sum of three shillings and sixpence. My mother said that if he would only wait a bit, it might thaw and his task would be easier. But he needed that money for food, for there was none in the house. So he set to work with a pickaxe. The frost was deep, but underneath the hard ground was some soft wet clay. As he threw up some of this, a robin suddenly appeared, picked up a worm, ate it, flew to a branch of a nearby tree, and from there sent out a song of joyous praise. Up to now, father had been very despondent, but he was so entranced by the robin's lovely song of thanksgiving that he took fresh courage and began to dig with renewed vigour – saying to himself: 'If that robin can sing like that for a worm, surely I can work like a father for my good wife and my four fine children!'.

When I was six years of age, I got work in the field, pulling and cleaning turnips, and I can remember how sore my tiny hands became pulling turnips from morning until night.

At seven years of age, my older brother and I went to work in a woollen mill. My father obtained employment in the same mill as a weaver. Things were easier in our house from that time on, and food became more plentiful.

My father was a great lover of birds and at one time he had sixteen song birds in our home. Like my father I had a great love for birds and at every opportunity I would be out looking for their nests. I always knew where there were some eighty or ninety of them. One time I found a nest full of fledglings, and thinking they were abandoned, I adopted them, taking them home and making a place for them in my bedroom. Somehow the parent birds discovered them and would fly in through the open window and feed their young ones. One time I had both a thrush and a lark feeding their young ones in my room. My brothers and I would catch some songbirds by means of birdlime, bring them home, and later sell them in the market.

My mother was very industrious with her needle and made all our clothes, chiefly from old garments that had been given to her. I usually wore an overcoat with sleeves three or four inches too long, which was very comfortable in cold weather. I cannot forget those long winter nights and mornings, having to get out of bed at five o'clock to snatch a quick meal and then walk two miles to be at work by six. We had to work twelve hours each day, and I often said to my father: 'It's a long time from six until six in the mill'. I can remember the tears in his eyes as he said: 'Well, six o'clock will always come'. Sometimes it seemed like a month coming.

I can never recollect a time when I did not long for God. Even though neither father nor mother knew God, I was always seeking Him. I would often kneel down in the field and ask Him to help me. I would ask Him especially to enable me to find where the birds' nests were, and after I had prayed I seemed to have an instinct exactly where to look.

One time I walked to work in a great thunderstorm. It seemed that for half an hour I was enveloped with fire as the thunders rolled and the lightnings flashed. Young as I was, my heart was crying to God for His preservation, and He wrapped me in His gracious presence. Though all the way I was surrounded with lightning and I was drenched to the skin, I knew no fear – I only sensed that I was being shielded by the power of God.

My grandmother was an old-time Wesleyan Methodist and would take me to the meetings she attended. When I was eight years of age there was a revival meeting held in her church. I can remember one Sunday morning at seven o'clock when all those simple folks were dancing around a big stove in the centre of the church, clapping their hands and singing:

Oh, the Lamb, the bleeding Lamb,

The Lamb of Calvary,

The Lamb that was slain,

That liveth again

To intercede for me.

As I clapped my hands and sang with them, a clear knowledge of the New Birth came into my soul. I looked to the Lamb of Calvary. I believed that He loved me and had died for me. Life came in – eternal life – and I knew that I had received a new life which had come from God. I was born again. I saw that God wants us so badly that He has made the condition as simple as He possibly could – 'Only believe'. That experience was real and I have never doubted my salvation since that day.

From: Stanley Howard Frodsham, Smith Wigglesworth: apostle of faith, Assemblies of God Publishing House, Nottingham, 1974, pages 1-3

Smith Wigglesworth was an English preacher who was born in 1859 and died in 1947

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A mighty man of God....He would offend many leaders in the church today

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Endued with power from on high


Smith Wigglesworth tells how the Lord baptized him with the Holy Spirit

My wife and I always believed in scriptural holiness but I was conscious of much carnality in myself. A really holy man once came to preach for us and he spoke of what it means to be entirely sanctified. He called it a very definite work of grace subsequent to the new birth. As I waited on the Lord for ten days in prayer, handing my body over to Him as a living sacrifice according to Romans 12:1-2, God surely did something for me, for from that time I began to have real liberty in preaching. We counted that as the Baptism in the Spirit. And so, at our Mission on Bowland Street we stood for both Healing and Holiness.

We never believed it was right for us to do all the preaching. And so we gave two or three of our young men and women a chance every week. These young workers developed and the result was that many of them became wonderful preachers.

We thought that we had got all that was coming to us on spiritual lines, but one day we heard that people were being baptized in the Spirit and were speaking in other tongues, and that the gifts of the Spirit were being manifested. I confess that I was much moved by this news.

One day, I saw a man coming to the house, and noticed that he had very great difficulty in getting up the steps to our front door. But he managed to pull himself up some way or other by the railing, and when he had taken a seat he said: 'If my people knew that I was coming to your house, they never would have let me come. You have a worse name than any man I ever heard of'. I said, 'If that is your opinion of me you had better clear out of my house, for I do not want anyone here that does not believe in me'.

'Oh,' he said, 'I believe in you. Please do not put me out. If you knew my terrible condition, you would not send me away. Put your hand on my leg, will you?'

I did, and found it was like a board, not like a leg. I said: 'It feels strange. What's the trouble?'

'It is a cancer. All the leg, from top to bottom, is cancerous. Oh, you will not send me away, will you?'

I replied: 'I will not send you away. I will go and see what God says about this'. As I waited before the Lord these words came to me: 'Go, tell that man to fast seven days and seven nights, and his flesh shall become like a little child's'.

I told him what the Lord had given me for him, and he said: 'I believe all that God has said to you, and I will go home and do all that God has told me to do'.

Four days later I was looking through the window and here was this same man; but instead of having to take hold of the railings and pull himself up like a sick man, he jumped up those steps and came running around the house like a boy, crying out: 'I am perfectly healed!' I asked: 'What are you going to do now?' He answered: 'I am going back to fast a further three days and three nights, but I thought I would let you know what God had already wrought'.

The next time he came to our house he saw my daughter Alice and heard her say that she was going to Angola in Africa. 'I would like to have a share in this', he told her as he pulled out a handful of gold coins, saying: 'That's my gift towards your going to Africa'. Then he turned to me and remarked: 'Have you heard the latest? They are receiving the Holy Spirit at Sunderland and speaking in other tongues. I have decided to go up to Sunderland to see this thing for myself. Would you like to come with me?' I declared that I would be delighted to go. He said: 'All right, you come along with me and all expenses will be paid out of my purse'. He was so happy at being healed, and he surely was glorifying God for the miracle that had been wrought in his life.

I wrote ahead to Sunderland to two people who had been saved in the work at Bradford and who had gone to live in that town. The report had come to them that what was happening was a very dangerous error and that speaking in other tongues was from an evil power. In order to save me from this terrible error they arranged for a very wonderful woman to be on hand to warn me. And so the first things I heard were false reports. When they had said all they had to say, I suggested: 'Let us pray'. The Lord gave me real liberty in prayer and after I had prayed they said: 'Don't take any notice of what we have said. Obey your own leadings'.

It was a Saturday night when I went to the meeting, which was held in the vestry of the parish church at Monkwearmouth, Sunderland. What I could not understand was this: I had just come from Bradford, where the Spirit of God was working mightily. Many had been prostrated, slain by the power of God the night before I left for Sunderland. It seemed to me that there was not the power in this meeting that we had in our own assembly in Bradford. I was disappointed. But I was very hungry for God, and He knew my hunger even though nobody seemed to understand me.

I can remember a man giving his testimony that after waiting on the Lord for three weeks, the Lord had baptized him in the Holy Spirit and caused him to speak in other tongues. I cried out: 'Let's hear these tongues. That's what I came for. Let's hear it!' They answered: 'When you are baptized you will speak in tongues'.

According to my own opinion I had been baptized in the Spirit. Thinking back to my ten days of waiting on God and the blessing I had received as a result, I had called that the Baptism in the Spirit. So I said to them: 'I remember when I was baptized, my tongue was loosed. My testimony was different'. But they answered: 'No, that is not it'.

But I was seeking with all my heart after God. On a Sunday morning I went to a Salvation Army prayer meeting at seven o'clock. Three times in that prayer meeting I was smitten to the floor by the mighty power of God. Somewhat ashamed of my position, lest I should be misunderstood, I tried to control myself by getting up again and kneeling and praying. At the close of the service the captain said to me: 'Where are you from, Brother?' I answered: 'I am from Bradford. I came to Sunderland to receive these tongues that people are getting here'. 'Oh' he said, 'that's the Devil they are getting up there'. But anyhow, he invited me to preach for him that afternoon, and we had a very wonderful time. But they were all persuading me not to go near the Pentecostal people and not to seek the speaking in other tongues.

Pastor Boddy, who was vicar of the Episcopal Church where those first Pentecostal meetings were held, gave out a notice that there would be a waiting meeting all night on Tuesday. It was a very precious time and the presence of the Lord was very wonderful, but I did not hear anyone speak in tongues. At 2.30 in the morning Brother Boddy said: 'We had better close the meeting'. I was disappointed, for I would have liked to stay there all night. I found I had changed my clothes and left the key to my hotel room in the clothes I had taken off, so a missionary brother from India said to me: 'You'll have to come and sleep with me'. But I did not go to bed; we spent the night in prayer and received great blessing.

For four days I wanted nothing but God. But after that, I felt I should leave for my home, and I went to the Episcopal vicarage to say good-bye. I said to Mrs. Boddy, the vicar's wife: 'I am going away, but I have not received the tongues yet'. She answered: 'It is not tongues you need, but the Baptism'. 'I have received the Baptism, Sister', I protested, 'but I would like to have you lay hands on me before I leave'. She laid her hands on me and then had to go out of the room. The fire fell. It was a wonderful time as I was there with God alone. He bathed me in power. I was conscious of the cleansing of the precious Blood, and I cried out: 'Clean! Clean! Clean!'. I was filled with the joy of the consciousness of the cleansing. I was given a vision in which I saw the Lord Jesus Christ. I beheld the empty cross, and I saw Him exalted at the right hand of God the Father. I could speak no longer in English but I began to praise him in other tongues as the Spirit of God gave me utterance. I knew then, although I might have received anointings previously, that now, I had received the real Baptism in the Holy Spirit as they received on the day of Pentecost.

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I knew then, although I might have received anointings previously, that now, I had received the real Baptism in the Holy Spirit as they received on the day of Pentecost.

I have used this quote and this testimony many times in teaching on the baptism in the Holy Spirit and tongues as the initial evidence.

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