
[The following is from the fourth installment in Lloyd Douglas’s series, “Wanted—A Congregation!” in the summer and fall of 1920. This installment, dated 9/2/1920, is titled, “Fourth Phase—The Service of Worship.” The series is about the Reverend D. Preston Blue, who is on a campaign to enlarge his congregation. This episode takes place after he has begun to succeed in building his audience. He’s on vacation with his wife, thinking back over how bad things were in his congregation until he turned things around.]
“Then came the rosy morning when D. Preston Blue resolved to ‘buck up’ and avail himself of the natural opportunities at his command to call Centerville’s attention to the message of his pulpit! Perhaps there was just a little bit of sporting blood still drifting, sluggishly, in his arteries; or, maybe some adventurous ancestor in him had whispered, ‘Come on, Preston, old boy, let’s run her nose right into the gale and see what comes of it!’ At all events, Blue had found himself. After careful investigation of certain psychologically-sound methods of dignified advertising, he had begun to experiment with these new processes of stirring the public’s curiosity. Already he had realized astounding results, and not half his scheme was in operation! Whatever anxiety and timidity he had felt about his new program at first was quickly dispelled. He knew that with the resumption of his work after vacation, he could fill Broad Street Church – galleries and all! When he had left town, his membership was buzzing with delight over the unexpected prosperity and interest that had developed in their church. It was exactly as if some new kind of fuel had been thrown into the furnaces of a central power plant; the dim lights had begun to grow brighter; there was a genial warmth in habitually cold radiators; erstwhile reluctant wheels were spinning merrily! Every department of the church had cheered up. The Sunday School superintendent, who had flatly declared in April that he wouldn’t take the job another year if they offered it to him on a golden platter garnished with orchids, had recently spent an evening at the parsonage outlining his program for the autumn with an enthusiasm that left Blue blinking with bewilderment. It was becoming easy to gain the consent of efficient people to serve as committee chairmen. Yes; the preacher knew, now, that Broadstreet was about to be a going concern.”
[Douglas’s essay will continue in my next post…]








