SOLOMON L. GINSBURG
BRAZIL'S FIREBRAND
The preaching hall in Pernambuco was crowded with attentive listeners. One of these was Herculano, a Brazilian of giant proportions.
His eyes were riveted on the speaker, who, with impassioned zeal, proclaimed the mighty truths of a majestic text: "The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin."
When the service was over, Herculano said, "Missionary, I've never heard anything like this before but I like your message about the cleansing blood of Jesus.
That is what I need." When the missionary suggested a visit to his house for the purpose of further discussion, he readily assented and a meeting was arranged for the following day.
The next morning the missionary was informed that it would be an act of extreme recklessness to visit Herculano.
Said his informant: "Herculano is a giant in wickedness as well as in size, and is interested, not in Christianity, but in robbing or killing you.
Moreover, the district in which he lives is a veritable den of thieves and murderers.
Even a policeman will not go there alone and strangers who have ventured to enter have never been heard of again.
The missionary knelt in prayer of renewed consecration to his Master, then set out on his journey.
At the appointed place Herculano met him and guided him to his small adobe hut.
When they reached the place, every living thing vanished in haste. Herculano's wife, children, dogs and cats were terrified at his presence and fled as for their lives.
The missionary sat on an old kerosene box, looked into the bloodshot eyes of his auditor and said: "Although warned that it would probably mean death to come to this place, I have fulfilled my promise.
I am here because I am more concerned about your soul than about my own life."
Then in simple language he told of the gospel of salvation, of God's love, of Christ's death and of Calvary's cleansing fountain.
"The cleansing blood—that is what I need!" exclaimed Herculano. But even as he spoke his face blanched and his enormous frame trembled violently.
His unregenerate nature was aroused and he was engaged in a fierce conflict. He was struggling with a savage impulse to seize the missionary and strangle him.
The missionary was skilled in dealing with souls. He knew that the soul-winner's final resort and most potent weapon is prayer.
"I then slipped to my knees," relates he, "and the big giant knelt beside me. Then, with trembling voice and eyes overflowing with tears, I began pleading with God on behalf of this poor soul."
Soon he heard a body fall prostrate to the floor and a choked voice, expressing an agony of sorrow and despair, cried out for mercy and forgiveness:
"O God! save a poor, degraded, miserable sinner! Wash me in the cleansing blood of Jesus!"
Such was the piteous, continual cry of this man as he rolled in agony on the floor.
Finally Herculano rose up, saying he was assured the Lord had heard and saved him. He then related some of the highlights of his career.
He was the hired assassin of an influential politician; because of his crimes he had spent seventeen years on Convict Island; recently released, he had gone back to making his living by murder and had already carried out orders to assassinate a man.
The cleansing blood of Jesus!
That is what I need!
Wash me in the cleansing blood of Jesus!
"The blood of Jesus Christ, God's Son,"
That was the text that transformed Herculano from a vicious savage to a gentle saint.
It was that same stupendous text that wrought a stupendous history in the life of Solomon L. Ginsburg, the Firebrand of Brazil, who was instrumental in Herculano's conversion
Solomon Ginsburg was born near Suwalki, Poland, on August 6, 1867. His father was a Jewish rabbi.
When he was six years old he was sent to live with his mother's people in Koenigsberg, because he could secure much better educational opportunities in Germany than in Poland.
At his father's insistence he returned home at the age of fourteen to find practices and plans which were very distasteful.
He revolted against the pharisaical strictness which decreed, for instance, that no match could be lighted on a Sabbath day and no handkerchief could be carried in one's pocket.
Mr. Ginsburg wanted his son to follow in his steps and become a rabbi. He determined to flee.
He was then fifteen years of age. He wandered through Poland and Germany for some time, then took passage at Hamburg on a sailing vessel carrying horses to London.
There he secured employment as assistant bookkeeper in the large dry goods store of his uncle, a typical orthodox Jew.
One Sabbath afternoon while passing along Whitechapel Street he was accosted by a converted Jew, who said: "I wish to invite you to go with me to a service at the Mildmay Mission.
I am going to speak on the 53rd chapter of Isaiah." Instantly young Ginsburg recalled an incident that took place in Poland.
His father was celebrating the Feast of the Tabernacle, living in a tent or booth he had set up close to the house.
One day Solomon picked up a copy of the Prophets, turned to the book of Isaiah and, quite by accident, began to read the 53rd chapter.
As he read, his interest was kindled and, turning to his father, asked, "To whom does the prophet refer in this chapter?"
A profound silence came over the rabbi. Not being answered, Solomon repeated his question; whereupon his father snatched the book out of his hand and deliberately slapped him in the face.
"I felt quite chagrined," says Solomon in his autobiography, "but in the providence of God it served its purpose, for, when the Jewish missionary asked me to go and hear him explain that very chapter..
I went out of curiosity to see if he had a better explanation than the one my father had given."
He listened with fascinated interest as the speaker called attention to the wonders of the life of Jesus and showed how every prophecy was fulfilled in Him.
He could not grasp it all, but he did understand that Isaiah 53 was a divinely given picture of the coming Messiah and that its prophecies had their exact and revealing fulfillment in the drama that took place on Golgotha's brow.
As a result of the conversion Solomon committed himself as a Baptist missionary to Brazil..
His labor in brazil,the land of Catholics earned him much hatred and there were many occasions that God saved him from near death from his assasins.
Some of his assassins were saved miraculously by the testimony of Ginsberg himself..
As the result of the blessing of the Spirit of God upon the heroic labors of Solomon Ginsburg and many other noble souls, both missionaries and nationals,
Southern Baptists have for several years been organizing an average of one new church a week in Brazil, and certain other evangelical groups are also reaping a Pentecostal harvest.
The Firebrand of Brazil burned like heated phosphorous who labored much for 35 years and at last burned out, April 1, 1927..
Did itreally burn out? Rather, its radiance was transferred to another sphere, where it will continue to shine with undiminished luster in the constellation of the missionary immortals..
1867 - 1927