This was a well researched and engagingly written biography of George Whitefield's life. It's truly amazing to see how gifted a man Whitefield was. What I would give to hear this man preach! Apparently he had this rich, clear, resonate voice, that thundered, flashed, and boomed. This guy could be heard by crowds of up to 80,000. Is that crazy, or what! A group of 2,000 was considered to be one of his smaller gatherings. And before the day of stadiums and amplification... that is nothing short of stupendous. He was an out-and-out celebrity of his day. And all of this (volume 1) took place before his 26th year. Crazy, crazy stuff.
This book had a bunch of valuable American history. I got a nice sense of the religious milieu of the day. And Whitefield's effect on the African American held special interest for me. Apparently, for the first time, the black man had a preacher who, for one, was interested in him, and then two, someone he could actually emulate. Much of the preaching of the day was Anglican liturgy, and the slave wasn't culturally attuned to such an stolid approach. But, then Whitefield came on the scene with his dramatic and rhythmic style, and the slave's imagination ignited to flame. Apparently the negro would come away from his sermons with a few choice phrases, and repeat them so many times that the "repetition became rhythmic... And thus was born the Negro Spiritual" (508). So in many ways Whitefield was, not only the father of evangelicalism, but of African American preaching as well.
As much as I gained from this work, I still had some reservations with how Dallimore presented his subject. For one, Whitefield felt somewhat like a life-sized celebrity cutout. Large, looming, but fairly flat, and one dimensional. He was just always on the move, preaching to the masses, all through the book. Sure, he had disappointments, and suffered his fatigues, but after nearly 600 pages I still didn't feel like I knew the man. The portrayal, to me, seemed fairly fawning and superficial.
And the thing I found extremely troubling was Dallimore's insistence on canonizing Whitefield, and villainizing John Wesley. In his introduction, Dallimore even stated (in so many words) his goal was to even the score between the two men (10, 12). Dallimore felt, that up to the time of his writing (1970), that Wesley had had his hay day in the public eye, and now it was Whitefield's time to receive his due. And this pitting the two men against each other (and Wesley coming out looking like the bad guy) was a constant theme throughout the entire book (150-1, 162, 179, 192, 264, 277, 313, 325, 389, 409, 473, 571). This reminds me of the admonition in 2 Cor. 10:12- "But they, measuring themselves by themselves, and comparing themselves among themselves, are not wise." All this does, in my mind, is stir up a spirit of faction in the body. The very thing Whitefield was careful to avoid. Dallimore shares the story where Whitefield was asked, "Do you think we shall see Mr. Wesley in heaven?" "No," he answered, "I do not. I think he will be so near the Throne, and you and I so far away, that we shall not get within sight of him." Whitefield spoke well of Wesley. I was disappointed to find Dallimore didn't try to do the same.
All in all, this was a worthy read of an important man in American church history. It is well researched, and engaging. At some point, I'd like to try volume II.