The
Secrets of the Argentine Revival
Peniel Outreach Ministries
The Beginning
On September 7, 1850, Captain Allen
Gardiner sailed for
Patagonia, the southern portion of Argentina, with six other men: Surgeon
Williams and John Maidment, three Cornish fishermen (Pearce, Babcock and
Bryant) and a ship's carpenter named Erwin.
The latter had accompanied the captain on previous journeys and declared
that to be with such a captain was "like heaven on earth, because he was
such a man of prayer."
Gardiner's burden was: "Our Savior has given a
commandment to preach the Gospel even to the ends of the Earth. He will provide the fulfillment of His own
purpose. Let us only obey." Knowing that Patagonia, the extreme south
land of Argentina, is a barren desert like land, the men took, what they
thought, to be ample supplies. Then
they made arrangements for further supplies to be shipped by sea and to meet at
a set time and place.
However, the captain of the supply ship decided to
considerably delay his journey in order to do some other business. Added to that, the hostile natives raided
and stole from their meager supply, and there was not much the men could do
afterwards to supplement their food rations.
Before long they ran out of ammunition and could not add
to their rations by shooting game.
After much fatigue and privation from want of food, and while waiting on
the seashore for the supply ship to come, Allen Gardiner and his men departed
into the Presence of their Lord between June 8 and September 8, 1851. The ship ladened with the needed supplies of
food did not reach the seven men until several months too late.
One of the papers found by Captain Smyly, who sailed from
Montevideo in search for them, revealed that in their greatest distress they
lost not their love and devotion to God.
Williams wrote, "I am happy beyond all expression…" despite
the fact that they had nothing to eat, but a few limpets, mussels and a but of
wild celery.
On a rock on the beach they had painted the words of their
united testimony found in Psalms 62:5-8
5 My soul, wait thou only upon God;
for my expectation is from him.
6 He only is my rock and my
salvation: he is my defense; I shall not be moved.
7 In God is my salvation and my
glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.
8 Trust in him at all times; ye
people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us.
Selah
The last words of Gardiner wrote were, "Our dear
brother Maidment left the boat on Tuesday at noon to search for food and has
not since returned' doubtless he is in the Presence of his Redeemer, whom he
served so faithfully. Yet a little
while, and through grace we may join that throng to sing the praises of Christ
through eternity. I neither hunger, nor
thirst, though five days without food.
Marvelous loving kindness to me, a sinner."
The Lord saw to it that the diaries of these godly men,
despite rough sea winds and storms, were miraculously preserved on the sands
nearby their boat and these same diaries have provided excellent material for
many biographies subsequently written.
Ragland, a pioneer missionary to India, wrote, "Of
all plans of insuring success, the most certain is Christ's own - becoming a
corn of wheat, falling into the ground and dying.
Verily,
verily, I say unto you, except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it
abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. John 12:24
At the grave of Ragland, Amy Carmichael and two other
missionaries found this prayer in the depths of their hearts, "Lord, give
us to live that life and to die that death, and to bring forth fruit into life
eternal." In 1851 those six men
accompanying Allen Gardiner in Patagonia lived that life and died the death of
starvation, the seed corn of the subsequent harvest exactly one hundred years
later, which is recorded in some measure in this story.
---Stanley
Frodsham
3And
I set my face unto the Lord God, to seek by prayer and supplications, with
fasting, and sackcloth, and ashes:
4And I prayed unto the LORD my God,
and made my confession, Daniel 9:3-4
20And whiles I was speaking, and
praying, and confessing my sin and the sin of my people Israel, and presenting
my supplication before the LORD my God for the holy mountain of my God; 21Yea,
whiles I was speaking in prayer, even the man Gabriel, whom I had seen in the
vision at the beginning,
Daniel
9:20-21
12Then said he unto me, Fear not,
Daniel: for from the first day that thou didst set thine heart to understand,
and to chasten thyself before thy God, thy words were heard, and I am come for
thy words.
Daniel
10:12
The midnight hour had long passed. All nature seemed as if it had grown very
still and expectant. The bright sky,
filled with glittering stars, appeared as if it was drawing closer and closer
and brighter and brighter. While out of
the depths of the heart of an immigrant lad from Europe, a cry - born of the
Holy Spirit within - ascended into the very Heavens above.
God heard that cry, because it had originated in the heart
of God. As the lad cried out to God, to
his surprise, it seemed to press down upon him. Brighter and brighter they appeared until they were like pulsing
sources of light. The light so
increased that he could read his Bible there in the meadow at that midnight
hour. Then in the wondrous brightness a
greater light appeared. He looked all
around in amazement to see the source of this vibrant brightness.
Finally, he looked behind him and saw a shining, glorious
being from the celestial realms standing there. He knew it was an angel and it approached him until it seemed to
enfold him in a tender encompassment of his very being. The teenage lad found himself engulfed in
the awesome Presence of God - a place of infinite holiness, infinite love and
frightening power.
A terror fell on the lad.
In panic, he jumped up from his knees and fled in anguish from that
angelic Visitor. He ran back to the
refuge of his dormitory in the Bible Institute building. Little did he realize the part he was
destined to play in the great move of God in Argentina. He did not know why he had been so burdened
during those many months of sleepless nights, with deep, heart-burning prayers
and intense longings. At first, he
prayed out in the field and forests of his home in the grand Chaco in northern Argentina. Then in the early morning hours, in the
sweet meadows that surrounded the Institute in central Argentina, he continued
under that heavy burden of prayer. And
now, god had come to him in a way he did not know or understand.
Inside the Institute building, located in City Bell (a
small town near the great metropolis of Buenos Aires), everyone was tranquilly
sleeping; they little anticipated the drama about to erupt in their peaceful
dormitory. Outside the entry door, the
terror-stricken lad shouted and pounded in desperation; the locked door only
added to his terror. He called out at
the top his voice to waken someone to let him in. Finally one of the students awoke – startled at all the
ruckus. When he finally recognized the
voice of his fellow student, he went to let him in. Thinking he would escape the awful Presence that accompanied him,
the lad ran inside the building.
However, to his amazement the Heavenly Visitor entered the Institute
with him.
In a few moments all the students were wide-awake and
trembling in fear as they felt the Holy Presence of God. The fear of God so fell upon them that they
one and all began to repent – crying out to God for forgiveness – as the Spirit
of the Lord, holy and mighty, dealt with them.
Not one student present could escape the holy fire of His Presence. One young lady student – unwilling to
uncover her sin, repent and abandon it – quickly packed her suitcase,
disappeared into the dark night, found her way back to her home and never
appeared again.
For many nights afterwards the students dreaded to be
alone. Even those who shared one room
would all vault into one bed, not even bothering to take off their clothes,
because of the awe-inspiring Presence of a living, holy God that had
accompanied that angelic Visitor. The
fear of God had come to that student body, and they were never to be the same
again.
The next morning, June 5, 1951, all the students gathered
for the announced time of prayer, which replaced the regular class
schedule. Outside, a great storm tore
the atmosphere as if there was a titanic conflict in the very atmosphere about
them. Inside the Institute and air of
expectancy hushed everyone to tearful silence as they waited to see what God
would do next.
A few minutes later, as the students were praying, the
Heavenly Visitor came and stood by Alex, the Ukrainian lad. Immediately he was transported in Spirit by
this mighty Being to far away cities and countries. He was taken on a journey over the face of the Earth to visit
various cities in many nations. He saw
many cities and knew the name of each one he was taken to visit. Deliberately, distinctly and very slowly he
began to speak; he would give the name of each city he visited, repeating each
name two or three times.
Cities, large and small, city after city, beginning with
cities in Argentina, he slowly named them.
Then he moved out from Argentina to other countries and continued to
slowly and deliberately name other cities.
It was as if he was deliberately reading off the names from some large
atlas. Neither student nor traveler
could have named such a long list, much less this lad from the forest jungles
of Chaco with barely a primary school education.
As he moved in Spirit from country to country, he gave the
name of each city in the language of the country – English, German, Slavic,
Arabic and other languages we did not know.
Alex, the young immigrant from Europe, told us afterwards that as he
looked down, he had the sensation that he was actually visiting those cities
one by one. He felt he was stopping to
pray for hours over each city. To the
rest of us it was only about five minutes per city, but to him it was hours. Hour after hour (for a period of eight hours
of our time) the naming of the cities of the world continued. Later the Lord told us that He would visit
every one of those cities before the end would come and He would return.
The next morning we gathered for prayer and this time it
was as if God sent the Spirit of prayer and repentance upon the entire body of
students and teachers, about fifty people in all. Strong cries for mercy arose from every heart with weeping and
tears never seen before in our midst.
Students and missionaries were all melted together in strong yearnings
and prayers to God that He would purify and cleanse their hearts, that they
would be able to come into His Presence.
As they prayed, the Heavenly Visitor again manifested
Himself and stood by the side of Alex, the immigrant boy. The Angel could not be seen in human form
and was seen only by those whose spiritual eyes had been opened. Nevertheless, He so powerfully manifested
His Presence that everyone immediately knew without any doubt that He had come. In Spirit, He was seen by Alex as He stood
and talked with him.
The Angel ordered him to repeat after Him the words that
He spoke. Then the Angel began to
slowly talk to him in a strange language; a tongue that Alex neither knew nor
understood. In obedience, Alex began to
repeat the Angel’s words slowly and distinctly. As he spoke those words, everyone present realized that is was a
strange language with unusual intonations and sounds altogether different from
any other language Alex had ever been heard to use before. However, no one could understand the language
or knew what he was saying.
Then, a timid young Indian lad, named Celsio, came
forcibly under the power of the Spirit of God.
He was a native of Argentina and a lad with only three years of
education. Furthermore, up to this time
there was no personal friendship between these two youths; one was a native
Argentine and the other a foreign immigrant.
“They were of a different race, background, temperament, language and
environment. There were no natural
bonds to unite them except the common desire to serve God.
Now, suddenly upon this national lad, the Spirit of the
Lord came and he suddenly found his ears were opened and he began to understand
what Alex was saying. He could
understand it as clearly as he understood his own language. Everything that was being said by Alexander
in an unknown tongue, Celsio clearly understood. This strange experience bonded them together and they became one
in Christ.
The content of he message so frightened Celsio that he ran
from the room to escape. Outside, he
told others of he strange sensation and understanding he had in the chapel and
they urged him to go back to interpret the message for the rest. He complied, entered the chapel again and
tried to give the message.
Then another strange thing took place. Every time Celsio tried to speak and
interpret the message, he felt choked as if an invisible hand squeezed his
throat shut. Frightened, he again ran
from the room. Meanwhile, the Angel,
through Alexander, slowly and patiently repeated the words over Andover. Alex, in the spirit, now realized that
Celsio should interpret the words. When
Celsio ran from the room, Alex, still in the Spirit, knew he had gone, so he
called Celsio back. Throughout the time
Alexander’s eyes were closed in prayer and worship, lost in the tremendous
Presence o this Visitor whose atmosphere rested upon everyone in the
building. Alex continued to repeat the
message as the Angel waited for us slow-to-understand humans to sort out the
problem.
Several times that morning Celsio ran out and was called
back again in spirit, because even out of the room he could still hear Alex’s
voice calling to him to return.
Although Celsio could plainly understand that strange tongue, and at
times the frightening messages, nevertheless, when he tried to speak he would
feel that sensation of a hand choking his throat until he could not speak. Frightened, he would run out again and this
action continued until after the noon hour.
Finally, in the early afternoon someone suggested to Celsio that if he could
not speak, then could he write the message on paper? Celsio decided to try that and began to write, and that was
exactly what God wanted and waited for.
The message began to flow through his hands onto a piece
of scratch paper, and then it was either copied on the blackboard or read for
everyone to hear. Celsio, as God’s
scribe, wrote down the messages dictated by the Angel and spoken in an unknown
tongue by Alexander as he was in the Spirit.
God intended that these messages should be written and the
record kept, because if the words were only spoken, they would soon be
forgotten and lost. The first message,
the list of all the cities that were to be visited before the end came, was
forgotten and lost because they had not been written down. In fact, everything was so strange and new
no one had any idea of what tremendous things were being brought forth and no
one even thought of making any record of them.
One of the young men in the Institute was a medical
student, who has since received his Doctor’s degree. When these strange things began to happen he was at first
scandalized. “This is of the devil and
must be stopped!” he protested. But
when he first read the first transcribed message he was convinced it was of
God. “I know Celsio,” he said, “with
his lack of education and literary ability it would be utterly impossible for
that uneducated lad to write like this, especially to write composition that is
grammatically perfect and in a very high literary style. Only God Himself could ever cause Celsio to
write like that.” He was totally
convinced, and shortly afterwards, was himself filled with the Spirit and spoke
in tongues to his great joy. In fact,
those messages had no need to have any corrections at all, not even to correct
the punctuation. It was as if the
Spirit of God took his hand and wrote through him.
In the extreme wonder and glory of these manifestations,
regular meals were forgotten; an occasional sandwich or a quick lunch was
sufficient. Sleep, a necessary
interruption, was scanty at best. As
the student body and teachers continued in prayer, the Heavenly Visitor came
from time to time to manifest Himself and leave another message.
After the first couple of weeks, the angelic Visitor did
not come so often. Nevertheless, the
mighty Presence of God continued every day.
That Heavenly Presence seemed to form a circle around the Institute
building and extended several yards from its walls.
Visitors coming within that invisible radius remarked
concerning the strange sensations they had as they entered the Presence of the
Lord. Neighbors could not use a common
pathway to a local store. They
complained because the path was barred to them. When we asked whey they could not walk the that path, the said,
“We do not know. There is something
there that will not let us pass by.
What is that and why is it that we cannot take our regular path to the
store?” they asked. We could only
answer that it was the Presence of “God, because we had no other answer to give
them; we did not understand it ourselves, nor did we know why such a
manifestation happeded.
Many hours were spent in deep prayer and intercession
under the influence of the mighty power of God. Slowly, the great cry for god took direction and oriented itself
in an intense cry for the holiness of God to be granted; a deep hunger and
thirst after righteousness, and an ever-increasing hatred against sin. Broken and contrite hearts cried for grace
of pardon.
Everyone that God took into those unusual but wonderful
manifestations were sealed into extraordinary supplication in the Holy
Spirit. Their common prayer was such as
I had never seen a group of people before or since. Although there was little understanding at that time of the
purpose of the tremendous waves of intercession, nevertheless, understanding or
not, a deep heart-cry arose to God from each one present.
The cry, with countless variations, was mostly concerned
for God to intervene and come to them in cleansing and mercy. Students, teachers and missionaries were
bound together in diverse manifestations of that same cry, weeping
uncontrollably in deep brokenness before the Lord as the Holy Spirit placed
upon them the burden of the Lord for the deliverance for the vast, dreadful
sins of Argentina.
Hour after hour, day after day, ten to twenty hours daily
for ten weeks that heavy burden with its ever-flowing river of tears continued
unabated. Huge puddles as large as a
platter would form by prostrated bodies on a rough brick floor. (And brick are
a very absorbent material) I never knew
that human eyes could pour out so much water; rivers of tear would aptly
describe the scene.
One certain young man would stand and lean his head
against his folded arm as it rested on the wall and weep ceaselessly. A little steam of tears would form in the
unpainted plaster wall where he leaned.
In four hours the little stream reached the floor; in six hours that
stream flowed out about eighteen inches from the wall on the floor and began to
form an ever-increasing puddle in a low spot on the bricks. This happened almost every day, so regularly
that it intrigued me and I timed the flow of his tears and marveled. The fountains of the deep were opened as
tears flowed like streams down the faces of those young men and women as they
were caught up into the Presence of the holiness of God.
The daily heartbroken cry for mercy, the yearning pleas
for pardon, the longings for God’s Presence and for the manifestation of God
Himself were the intense yearnings of the Holy Spirit accompanied by a flowing
river of tears.
The power and Presence of the very Spirit of God made the
Institute building, and the grounds around it, a vortex of spiritual
activity. Neither the student body nor
the teachers sat around reading, discussing and meditating on the messages of
the Angel. Neither did they concern
themselves about the angelic Being. The
holiness of God and the guiding directions of the Holy Spirit were so
paramount, that Jesus, His Cross and His mercy became the center of attraction
rather than the angelic Visitor.
The Lord Himself was paramount in all things. Prayer became a strong, terrible cry into
the Merciful Christ for pardon for ourselves, the church and the people. The spoken Word came forth in convincing
anointing. Prophecy flowed as rivers
from many vessels. God worked in
individuals; cleansing, transforming and filling.
The Bible was transformed into a living anointed message
direct from God to each heart. It was a
book of God-spoken words of grave importance.
The angelic messages at no time became pre-eminent over the Holy
Scriptures. Through those wondrous
words written by the patriarchs and prophets, God spoke eternal and life
changing words directly to His people in that place. The Word of God, open before us, became a constant handbook to
guide and enlighten us. The messages
from the Angel were more like confirmations to Scriptures given, lessons
taught, prophetic declarations of things yet t come and events that God would
cause to take place in Argentina.
The unseen war in the Heavenlies marched steadily forward; however, we were no time aware of that war or involved in open spiritual warfare against the forces of the devil. True, the cry of our hearts reached out for the fulfillment of God’s promises over the cities that had been mentioned and for this great country so utterly bound in paganism and idolatry.
We cried out for liberation from the ruthless idolatry and
tyranny of the Roman Catholic tenets and from the ritualistic religious
pretense, which satisfies the fleshly man, but left the inner spiritual life a
pitiful vacuum. Nevertheless, it was
appalling, as we saw how infinitely far we were in the inner man from that
highest glory of holiness. At the same
time, the revelation of divine purity created deep longings for that holiness;
longings, which became poignant desires burning like a flame in the heart. No gift from God was so longed for and
prayed for than the gift of being brought ever deeper into the infinite heaven
of holiness. Also, those revelations,
given while inter the hovering cloud of holiness, developed acutely painful
prayers for mercy, pardon and cleansing.
It was not our desire of goal to be brought suddenly into
some state of great sainthood, but rather is was a vision of the furious beauty
and alluring attractiveness of God’s righteousness. Simultaneously, there came an ever-increasing hatred and
repudiation of all evil. First came an
understanding of the ugliness of sin in all of its forms, and then a
denouncement of all the rulership of evil – a rejection of the rights of the
king of evil, which is the devil.
The Holy Spirit brought an ever clearer vision of the
beauty of holiness along with an ever-increasing hatred of evil that had far
more to do with the loves and attitudes of the heart and mind of the inner man
rather than outward actions. This new awareness did not cause any attempt to
make one’s self into some little saint by religious actions or self-made
goodness.
Attitudes and heart thirsting for God’s righteousness
seemed to increase daily as the revelation of the vileness of evil and sin
became so abhorrent and despicable. Sin
was like a violent intrusion into the holy, heavenly atmosphere prevailing in
that place.
This flow and manifestation of the Holy Spirit was not
something accomplished by some extraordinary teaching or highly anointed
ministry of some individual, but rather, the Presence and work of the Holy
Spirit Himself acted directly on our hearts.
The river of tears could not be stopped as it ran continuously night and
ay. Such a river from so many eyes for
so many weeks, I have never know or seen, either before or since. It just flowed – unstarted or maintained by
any direct human action.
Everyone present was united by the mighty inertia of the
wave of intercession, which continued on daily, hour after hour. Ever upward into His Presence, the Spirit of
the Lord carried that mixed body of people hungering and crying for God. It seemed to us as if the Lord Jesus Himself
wept through those yielded vessels over His beloved world – a world that did
not know Him, nor would receive His gracious pardon given at such cost to
Himself.
One missionary, prostrate on the floor for several hours,
was lifted up into the Heavenlies in a vision and given to see vividly, in
great detail, the scenes of the crucifixion.
He wept and sobbed most pitifully as the reality and pathos of Calvary
was shown to him. That vision made an
unforgettable impression on him and affected his spirit from that day forward.
Then, one Friday morning in September, the Word of the Lord came forth directly and in mighty power, “WEEP NO MORE … THE LION OF THE TRIBE OF JUDAH HATH PREVILED. I HAVE OVERCOME THE PRINCE OF ARGENTINA.” Then various instructions and promises over Argentina followed, foretelling the wonderful things God was going to accomplish in that nation.
With this word came a mighty release. Immediately there was a great transformation
of the mood of the Holy Spirit; it was as if a great weight had fallen from off
all shoulders. A song of praise was
born in each heart. Great joy rested as a mantle upon each present. The sound of laughter, at first strange to
our ears after the months of weeping, was heard. The holy laughter of victory and praise occupied the place of
sorrow and crying. Praise came forth as
spontaneously as weeping and intercession had formerly come. God had come in victory!
Ed. Note.
This is an excerpt from an awesome book called “Secrets of
the Argentine Revival”. This one is
worth having and reading believe me.
The great Argentine revival is still burning. I have a daughter working in YWAM in Buenos Aires and she sees
it.
For a copy of this book contact:
Peniel Outreach Ministries, Inc.
P.O Box 68
Fairburn, GA 30213-0068
Or contact at www.penielonline.com
Or at www.peniel-argentina.org