A mighty man of God was the Reverend Samuel Moody.* From 1698 until his death in 1747, his warnings of hell fire kept the fireless meeting house at York Village, Maine, warm on even the coldest Sundays. Generous to a fault, he once gave away his wife's only pair of shoes. Sturdy, he declined a salary, lived on "faith in his Divine Master" supplemented by the voluntary gifts of his flock. Paternal, he was called Father Moody, an appellation rare among Congregationalists. Intolerant as his era, he took along an ax when at 70...
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