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Graham Neads

Sadly, Graham passed to higher Glory before
this article could be included in our magazine.
We thank God for his Christian witness and
for sharing it with us.

Musings from

Graham Neads

When I was quite a young Christian I attended an evangelistic
rally at Westminster Chapel, in London, led by Tom Rees, who
had founded the Evangelistic Conference Centre at Hildenbourgh
Hall in Kent. At a particular point in the service he held up his
hand, which had a handkerchief in it. He waved it around and
said: get your handkerchief out and have a good cough, then be
quite still and quiet, for I’m going to recite from memory a long
passage of Scripture!. He, then, in the silence of the Chapel
recited with feeling and deep emotion.

For one who found it hard to remember even short sections of
Scripture I was amazed. I might remember where the passage
could be found, and even bits of it, but that was the limit. I
learned, however, as I got older that others had the ability to
remember. For instance C.S. Lewis, apart from remembering
Scripture, could quote numerous pages from books he had read.
Others had the ability to learn and speak fluently several
languages.

One of the best of Frances Ridley Havergal’s Hymns is “Take my
life and let it be”…a hymn of Consecration.

But my task here is not to discuss her hymns But to concentrate
on her as a person. The words Amazing and Fantastic are in no
way sufficient to give us any idea of what she was like.
But here to start with is her most famous hymn:

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