Therismos Kairos Mission

Open-Air Preaching

A Sketch of its history and remarks thereon

Charles H Spurgeon

 

 

Some customs cannot be defended except by saying that they are very old. In such cases antiquity is of no more value than the rust upon a counterfeit coin. It is, however, a happy circumstance when the usage of ages can be pleaded for a really good and scriptural practice, for it infuses it with a halo of reverence. Now, it can be argued, with little fear of refutation, that open-air preaching is as old as preach­ing itself. We are at full liberty to believe that when Enoch, the seventh from Adam, prophesied, he asked for no better pulpit than the hillside, and that Noah, as a preacher of righteous­ness, was willing to reason with his contemporaries in the ship­yard in which his marvelous ark was built.

Certainly Moses and Joshua found their most convenient place for addressing vast assemblies beneath the unpillared arch of heaven. Samuel closed a sermon in the field of Gilgal amid thunder and rain, by which the Lord rebuked the people and drove them to their knees. Elijah stood on Carmel and challenged the vacillating nation with, “How long halt ye between two opinions?” (1 Kings 18:21).

Jonah, whose spirit was somewhat similar, lifted up his cry of warning in the streets of Nineveh, and in all her gath­ering places gave forth the warning utterance, “Yet forty days, and Nineveh shall be overthrown” (Jonah 3:4). To hear Ezra and Nehemiah, “all the people gathered themselves together as one man into the street that was before the water gate” (Nehemiah 8:1). Indeed, we find examples of open-air preaching everywhere in the records of the Old Testament.

It may satisfy us, however, to go back as far as the origin of our own holy faith, and there we hear the forerunner of the Savior crying in the wilderness and lifting up his voice from the river’s bank. Our Lord Himself, who is even more our pattern, delivered the larger portion of His sermons on the mountain’s side, or by the seashore, or in the streets. Our Lord was, for all intents and purposes, an open-air preacher.He did not remain silent in the synagogue, but He was equally at home in the field. We have no record of His discourse in the royal chapel, but we have the Sermon on the Mount and the Sermon in the Plain—so the very earliest and most divine kind of preaching was practiced outdoors by Him who spoke as never any other man spoke.

There were gatherings of His disciples within walls after His decease, especially the one in the Upper Room; but the preaching even then was most frequently in the court of the temple or in such other open spaces as were available. The notion of holy places and consecrated meetinghouses had not occurred to them as Christians; they preached in the temple, or in such other open spaces as were available, but with equal earnestness “in every house, they ceased not to teach and preach Jesus Christ” (Acts 5:42).

 

It would be very easy to prove that revivals of religion have usually been accompanied, if not caused, by a considerable amount of outdoor preaching or preaching in unusual places. The first avowed preaching of Protestant doctrine was almost necessarily in the open air, or in buildings that were not dedi­cated to worship, for these were in the hands of the Catholic Church. True, Wycliffe for awhile preached the Gospel in the church at Lutterworth, and Huss, Jerome, and Savonarola for a time delivered semi-Gospel addresses in connection with the ecclesiastical arrangements around them; but when they began more fully to know and proclaim the Gospel, they were driven to find other platforms.

 

The Reformation, when yet a babe, was like the newborn Christ, and had “not where to lay [its] head” (Matthew 8:20; Luke 9:58); but a company of men comparable to the heav­enly host proclaimed it under the open heavens, where shep­herds and common people heard them gladly. Throughout England, we have several trees remaining called “gospel oaks.” There is one spot on the other side of the Thames known by the name of “Gospel Oak,” and I have myself preached at Addlestone, in Surrey, under the far-spreading boughs of an ancient oak beneath which John Knox is said to have pro­claimed the Gospel during his sojourn in England. Many wild moors and lonely hillsides and secret spots in the forest have been consecrated in the same fashion, and traditions still linger over caves and dells and hilltops where, in old times, the bands of the faithful met to hear the Word of the Lord.

It would be an interesting task to prepare a volume of notable facts connected with open-air preaching or, better still, a consecutive history of it. I have no time for even a complete outline, but will simply ask you, where would the Reforma­tion have been if its great preachers had confined themselves to churches and cathedrals? How would the common people have become indoctrinated with the Gospel had it not been for those far-wandering evangelists, the missionaries, and those daring innovators who found a pulpit on every heap of stones and an audience chamber in every open space near the abodes of men?

 

All through the Puritan times, there were gatherings in all sorts of out-of-the-way places, for fear of persecutors. “We took,” said Archbishop Laud, in a letter dated Fulham, June, 1632, “another meeting of separatists in Newington Woods, in the very land where the king’s stag was to be lodged, for his hunting next morning.” A hollow or gravel pit on Hounslow Heath sometimes served as a meeting place, and there is a dell near Hitchin where John Bunyan was wont to preach in peril­ous times. All over Scotland, the dells and vales and hillsides are full of covenanting memories to this day. You will not fail to meet with rock pulpits in which the stern fathers of the Pres­byterian Church thundered forth their denunciations of Erastianism and pleaded the claims of the King of Kings. Cargill and Cameron and their fellows found pleasant scenes for their brave ministries amid the mountains’ lone rifts and ravines.

What the world would have been if there had not been preaching outside of walls and beneath a more glorious roof than these rafters of fir, I am sure I cannot guess. It was a brave day for England when Whitefield began field preach­ing. When Wesley stood and preached a sermon on his father’s grave at Epworth because the parish priest would not allow him admission within the (so-called) sacred edifice, Mr. Wesley wrote, “I am well assured that I did far more good to my Lin­colnshire parishioners by preaching three days on my father’s tomb than I did by preaching three years in his pulpit.”

 

Wesley wrote in his journal,

Saturday, 31 March, 1731. In the evening I reached Bristol, and met Mr. Whitefield there. I could scarce reconcile myself at first to this strange way of preach­ing in the fields, of which he gave me an example on Sunday; having been all my life (until very lately) so concerned with every point relating to decency and order, that I would have thought the saving of souls almost a sin, if it had not been done in a church.”Such were the feelings of a man who later became one of the greatest open-air preachers who ever lived!

Once it began, the fruitful agency of field-preaching was not allowed to cease. Amid jeering crowds and showers of rotten eggs and filth,the immediate followers of the two great Methodists continued to storm village after village and town after town. They had various adventures, but their suc­cess was generally great. One often smiles when reading inci­dents in their labors. A string of pack horses was so driven to break up a congregation, and a fire engine was brought out and played over the throng to achieve the same purpose. Hand bells, old kettles, trumpets, drums, and entire bands of music were engaged to drown the preachers’ voices.

In one case, the parish bull was let loose, and in others, dogs were set to fight. The preachers needed to have faces set like flints (see Isaiah 50:7), and so indeed they had. John Furz said,

“As soon as I began to preach, a man came straight forward and presented a gun at my face, swearing that he would blow my brains out if I spoke another word. However, I continued speaking, and he contin­ued swearing, sometimes putting the muzzle of the gun to my mouth, sometimes against my ear. While we were singing the last hymn, he got behind me, fired the gun, and burned off part of my hair.”

 

After this, my friends, we should never speak of petty interruptions or annoyances. The proximity of a firearm in the hands of a “son of Belial” (1 Samuel 25:17) is not very con­ducive to collected thought and clear utterance, but the expe­rience of Furz was probably no worse than that of John Nelson, who coolly said:

“But when I was in the middle of my discourse, one at the outside of the congregation threw a stone, which cut me on the head. However, that made the people give greater attention, especially when they saw the blood run down my face, so that all was quiet until I was done and was singing a hymn.”

 

I have no time further to illustrate my subject by descrip­tions of the work of Christmas Evans and others in Wales, or of the Haldane’s in Scotland, or even of Rowland Hill and his group in England. If you wish to pursue the subject, these names may serve as hints for discovering abundant material; and I may add to the list The Life of Dr. Guthrie, in which he recorded notable open-air assemblies at the time of the Dis­ruption, when as yet the Free Church had no places of wor­ship built with human hands.

I must linger a moment over Robert Flockhart of Edin­burgh, who, though a lesser light, was a constant one and a fit example to the bulk of Christ’s street witnesses. Every evening, in all weathers and amid many persecutions, this brave man continued to speak in the street for forty-three years. Think of that, and never be discouraged. When he was tottering to the grave, the old soldier was still at his post. “Compassion to the souls of men drove me to the streets and lanes of my native city,” he said, “to plead with sinners and persuade them to come to Jesus. The love of Christ constrained me.”

Neither the hostility of the police, nor the insults of the crowd could move him; he rebuked error in the plainest terms and preached salvation by grace with all his might. Edinburgh remembers him still. There is room for such in all our cities and towns and need for hundreds of his noble order in this huge nation of London—can I call it less?

 

No sort of defense is needed for preaching outdoors, but it would take a very strong argument to prove that a man who has never preached beyond the walls of his meetinghouse had done his duty. A defense is required rather for services within buildings rather than for worship outside of them.

 

Apologies are certainly wanted for architects who pile up brick and stone into the skies when there is so much need for preaching rooms among poor sinners down below. Defense is greatly needed for forests of stone pillars, which prevent the preacher from being seen and his voice from being heard; for high-pitched Gothic roofs in which all sound is lost, and men are killed by being compelled to shout until they burst their blood vessels; and also for the willful creation of echoes by exposing hard, sound-refracting surfaces to satisfy the demands of art to the total overlooking of the comfort of both audience and speaker.

Surely also some decent excuse is badly wanted for those childish people who waste money by placing hobgoblins and monsters on the outside of their preaching houses, and must have other ridiculous statues stuck up, both inside and outside, to deface rather than to adorn their churches and chapels. But no defense whatever is needed for using the heavenly Father’s vast audience chamber, which is in every way so well fitted for the proclamation of a Gospel so free, so full, so expansive, so sublime.

The great benefit of open-air preaching is that we get so many newcomers to hear the Gospel who otherwise would never hear it. The Gospel command is, “Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature” (Mark 16:15), but it is so little obeyed that one would imagine that it ran thus, “Go into your own place of worship and preach the Gospel to the few crea­tures who will come inside.” The verse, “Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in” (Luke 14:23), although it constitutes part of a parable, is worthy of being taken very liter­ally; doing so, its meaning will be carried out best.

We should actually go into the streets and lanes and high­ways, for there are lurkers in the hedges, tramps on the high­ways, streetwalkers, and lane-haunter, whom we will never reach unless we pursue them into their own domains. Sportsmen must not stop at home and wait for the birds to come and be shot at; neither must fishermen throw their nets inside their boats and hope to take many fish. Traders go to the markets; they follow their customers and go out after business if it will not come to them. And so must we. Some of our preachers are droning on and on to empty pews and musty hassocks while they might be conferring lasting benefit upon hundreds by quitting the old walls for a while and seeking living stones for Jesus.

I am quite sure, too, that if we could persuade our friends in the country to come out a good many times in the year and hold services in a meadow or in a shady grove or on the hill­side or in a garden or on a common, it would be all the better for the usual hearers. The mere novelty of the place would freshen their interest and wake them up. The slight change of scene would have a wonderful effect upon the ones who are likely to sleep. See how mechanically they move into their usual place of worship, and how mechanically they go out again. They fall into their seats as if at last they had found a resting place, they rise to sing with an amazing effort, and then they drop down before you have time for the doxology at the close of the hymn because they did not notice it was coming.

What logs some regular hearers are! Many of them are asleep with their eyes open. After sitting a certain number of years in the same old spot, where the pews, pulpit, galleries, and all things are always the same—except that they get a little dirtier and dingier every week—where everybody occu­pies the same position forever and forevermore, and the min­ister’s face, voice, and tone are much the same from January to December, you get to feel the holy quiet of the scene and listen to what is going on as though it were addressed to “the dull cold ear of death.”

 

As a miller hears his wheels as though he did not hear them or a stoker scarcely notices the clatter of his engine after endur­ing it for a little time or as a dweller in London never notices the ceaseless grind of the traffic, so do many members of our congregations become insensible to the most earnest addresses and accept them as a matter of course. The preaching and the rest of it get to be so usual that they might as well not be given at all. Hence, a change of place might be useful; it might pre­vent monotony, shake up indifference, suggest thought, and, in a thousand ways, promote attention and give new hope of doing good. A great fire that would burn some of our chapels to the ground might not be the greatest calamity that has ever occurred if it only woke some of those people who rival the seven sleepers of Ephesus and will never be moved as long as the old house and the old pews hold together.

Besides, fresh air and plenty of it is a grand thing for every mortal man, woman, and child. I preached in Scotland twice on a Sabbath day at Blairmore, on a little height by the side of the sea, and after discoursing with all my might to large congregations, numbered in the thousands, I did not feel all as exhausted as I often am when addressing a few hundred in some horrible “black hole of Calcutta” called a chapel. I trace my freshness and freedom from lethargy at Blairmore to the fact that the windows could not be shut down by people afraid of drafts and that the roof was as high as the heavens are above the earth. My conviction is that a man could preach three or four times on a Sabbath outdoors with less fatigue than he would occasion with one discourse delivered in an impure atmosphere, heated and poisoned by human breath, and care­fully preserved from every refreshing infusion of natural air.

 

I once preached a sermon in the open air in haying time during a violent storm of rain. The text was, “He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers that water the earth” (Psalm 72:6), and surely we had the blessing as well as the incon­venience. I was sufficiently wet, and my congregation must have been drenched, but they stood it out, and I never heard that anybody was the worse in health—though, I thank God, I have heard of souls who were brought to Jesus under that discourse. Once in a while, and under strong excitement, such things do no one any harm, but we are not to expect miracles, nor wan­tonly venture upon a course of procedure that might kill the sickly and lay the foundations of disease in the strong.

 

Do not try to preach against the wind, for it is an idle attempt. You may hurl your voice a short distance by an amaz­ing effort, but you cannot be well heard even by the few. I do not often advise you to consider which way the wind blows, but on this occasion I urge you to do it or else you will labor in vain. Preach so that the wind carries your voice toward the people and does not blow it down your throat, or else you will have to eat your own words.

There is no telling how far a man may be heard with the wind. In certain atmospheres and climates, as for instance in that of Palestine, persons might be heard for several miles; and single sentences of well-known speech may in England be recognized a long way off, but I should gravely doubt a man if he asserted that he understood a new sentence beyond the distance of a mile. Whitefield is reported to have been heard a mile, and I have been myself assured that I was heard for that distance, but I am somewhat skeptical. Half a mile is surely enough, even with the wind, but you must make sure of that to be heard at all.

 

Heroes of the Cross—here is a field for you more glori­ous than the Cid ever beheld. “Who will bring me into the strong city? Who will lead me into Edom?” (Psalm 60:9; 108:10). Who will enable us to win these slums and dens for Jesus? Who can do it but the Lord? Soldiers of Christ who venture into these regions must expect a revival of the practices of the good old times as far as brickbats are concerned—and I have known a flowerpot to fall “accidentally” from an upper window in a remarkably slanting direction. Still, if we are born to be drowned, we will not be killed by flowerpots.

Under such treatment it may be refreshing to read what Christopher Hopper wrote under similar conditions more than a hundred years ago.

I did not much regard a little dirt, a few rotten eggs, the sound of a cow’s horn, the noise of bells, or a few snowballs in their season; but sometimes I was saluted with blows, stones, bricks, and bludgeons. These I did not like well; they were not pleasing to flesh and blood. I sometimes lost a little skin, and once a little blood, which was drawn from my forehead with a sharp stone. I wore a patch for a few days and was not ashamed; I gloried in the Cross. And when my small sufferings abounded for the sake of Christ, my com­fort abounded much more. I never was more happy in my own soul or blessed in my labors.

 

I am somewhat pleased when I occasionally hear of a brother being locked up by the police, for it does him good, and it does the people good also. It is a fine sight to see the minister of the Gospel marched off by the servant of the law! It excites sym­pathy for him, and the next step is sympathy for his message. Many who felt no interest in him before are eager to hear him when he is ordered to quit, and still more so when he is taken to the station. The vilest of mankind respect a man who gets into trouble in order to do them good; and if they see unfair opposi­tion excited, they grow quite zealous in the man’s defense.

 

As to style in preaching outdoors, we learned from Wesley that it should certainly differ from much of what prevails indoors: “Perhaps if a speaker were to acquire a style fully adapted to a street audience, he would be wise to bring it indoors with him. A great deal of sermonizing may be defined as saying nothing at extreme length; but outdoors verbosity is not admired. You must say something and have done with it and go on to say something more, or your hearers will let you know….It is very unpleasant to find your congregation dispersing, but it is also a very plain sug­gestion that your ideas are also much dispersed.”

In the street, a man must keep himself lively, use many illustrations and anecdotes, and sprinkle a quaint remark, here and there. It will never do to dwell for a long time on a single point. Reasoning must be brief and clear. The discourse must not be labored or involved, and the second point must not depend upon the first, for the audience is a chang­ing one. Each point must be complete in itself…Come to the point at once, and come there with all your might.”

Short sentences of words and short passages of thought are needed for the outdoors. Long paragraphs and long arguments had better be reserved for other occasions. In quiet country crowds there is much force in an eloquent silence, now and then interjected; it gives people time to breathe, and also to reflect. Do not, however, attempt this in a London street; you must go ahead, or someone else may run off with your congre­gation. In a regular field sermon pauses are very effective and are useful in several ways, both to speaker and listeners, but to a passing company that is not inclined for anything like worship, a quick, short, sharp address is most appropriate.

In the streets a man must be intense from beginning to end, and for that very reason he must be condensed and con­centrated in his thought and utterance. If you give your listen­ers chaff, they will cheerfully return it into your own bosom. Good measure, pressed down and running over will they mete out to you. (See Luke 6:38.) Shams and shows will have no mercy from a street gathering.

Have something to say, look them in the face, say what you mean, put it plainly, boldly, earnestly, courteously, and they will hear you. Never speak against time or for the sake of hearing your own voice, or you will obtain some information about your personal appearance or manner of oratory which will probably be more true than pleasing.

It will be very desirable to speak so as to be heard, but there is no use in incessant yelling. The best street preaching is not what is done at the top of your voice, for it is impossible to lay the proper emphasis upon key passages when you are shouting with all your might the entire time. When there are no hearers near you and people are standing on the other side of the road to listen, would it not be advisable to cross over and save a little of the strength that is wasted as you try to be heard?

 

A quiet, penetrating, conversational style seems to be the most effective. Men do not yell when they are pleading in deepest earnestness; generally, at such times they have gener­ally less wind and a little more rain: that is, less rant and a few more tears. You will weary everybody and wear out your­self if you go on and on and on in one monotonous shout. Be wise now, therefore, you who wish to succeed in declaring your Master’s message among the multitude. Use your voices as common sense would dictate.

 

In a tract published by that excellent society “The Open-Air Mission,” I notice the following:                                                                      

 

Qualifications for Open Air Preachers

• A good voice.
• Naturalness of manner.
• Self-possession.
• A good knowledge of Scripture and common things.
• Ability to adapt himself to any congregation.
• Good illustrative powers.
• Zeal, prudence, and common sense.
• A large, loving heart.
• Sincere belief in all he says.
• Entire dependence on the Holy Spirit for success.
• A close walk with God by prayer.
• A consistent walk before men by a holy life.

 

If any man has all these qualifications, the Queen had better make a bishop of him at once, yet none of these qualities can be dispensed of.