A thought from an outstanding Pastor, Evangelist and “different” man came to my attention a month ago. I speak of Gipsy Smith. His given name was Rodney, but he was widely celebrated as Gipsy. He was a Romani, born in a tent in England. His father was in and out of Jail, which was the norm for male Gipsy’s. His father was converted and was a positive influence on Gipsy; as was Ira Sankey and the home of John Bunyan.
Gipsy had a stellar ministry with hundreds of thousands converted. He crossed back and forth across the Atlantic 45 times. He had no formal education. As a result of visiting and preaching to the troops in WW1, he was awarded membership in the Order of the British Empire.
To say Gipsy was a “colorful” representative of Jesus Christ is an understatement. He married Annie Pennock, one of his converts, in 1897. They were married for 58 years. Annie passed while Gipsy was preaching in America, in 1937.
About a year later Gipsy married Mary Alice Shaw on her 27th birthday! He was 78. WOW. He, like Elmer Towns, preferred the smell of perfume better than that of liniment. Mary was a faithful wife. Gipsy walked on in August 1947 aboard the Queen Mary.
How did a man, born in a tent, in a wooded area, a Gypsy, with no formal education, rise to such rarified heights? Preacher, Evangelist, singer recorded by Columbia Records, personal friends with the luminaries of his day, enjoy the love of Jesus and live for 87 years?
Here’s his take on it:
“I'm God's messenger from the gypsy tent. And it's the message that's important, not the messenger.” Gipsy Smith.
Gipsy knew that where you’re going is more important than where you’ve been.
Read more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_%22Gipsy%22_Smith
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