In avillage on the Firth of Clyde, Inverkip, lived a young railway servant called Jonn McNeill. “Little village; quiet, little Free Kirk; worship of the quiet stereotype sort. No frills, certainly not. When suddenly there is a stir! Our minister has been to Edinburgh; he has heard a preacher, an American called Moody and a singer called Sankey, and according to him, Edinburgh is on fire! There is a revival on – whatever that may mean. The sough of it is on our minister’s breath, his prayers and his preaching. We young folk begin to talk to each other, quietly, about the deepest things; we begin to seek, and we find.“
The minister called a “testimony meeting, on a Sunday night; unheard of thing in our wee quiet village. Folks mightily stirred; gathered round the doors.“ McNeill and two other lads got up in turn. “They hammer and they stammer, but they’re out with it. They have taken Christ to be their Saviour and mean henceforth to live for Him.“ All three remained steady Christians, McNeill, a spectacular evangelist.
Inverkip was one of dozens of parishes and towns set spiritually ablaze.
"Moody without Sankey," by John Pollock, pages 128-9.
The church no longer exists