The Immutable Kingdom – Part 56
By Scott A. Klaft
Tolbert Fanning
Prior to the American Civil War, there were many powerfully influential preachers in the South. Names such as, J.B. Ferguson, Sandy E. Jones, J.K. Speer, John Mulkey, J.M. Barns, and W.H. Wharton were among them, but one name stood out above the others. Tolbert Fanning, without question, left a longer lasting influence in the Southland than any other.
Despite being far from hansom, Fanning had the advantage of being a giant of a man at six foot six inches tall, weighing two hundred and forty pounds most of his life. He was in no sense of the term “fat,” but rather, he was in such good physical condition that he would often do the work of two men. It was nothing unusual to him to spend all day at school, or on the farm, and then write and study at night until 2:00 AM on a regular daily basis.
Possessing a powerful mind, strong will, unrelenting courage, great self-reliance, and tenacity, Fanning was an intensely independent personality, and he was unyielding in any goals he set out to accomplish. Thoroughly meticulous about deciding what was right regarding contentious issues, he would then commit himself wholly behind what he believed. Some considered him rather overbearing, and even his friends admitted this was one of his few weaknesses.
Born in 1810, the Fanning family moved from Tennessee to Lauderdale County in Alabama where Tolbert would learn the value of hard work and economy amidst the poverties of a pioneer life. Methodism was dominant in the community, his mother professing to be a Baptist, and his father holding no religious beliefs at all; but, Tolbert was at all times desiring to do God’s will.
At the age of seventeen, he heard the complete gospel preached by B. F. Hall, and he came forward at the offering of the invitation concluding the discourse. No sooner was he immersed but he began to try his hand at preaching. Anywhere from the fields to the church building, he would speak at every opportunity. Most of his earliest sermons were woefully lacking polish and organization, and a few who heard him thought he would ever make much of a preacher.
In fact, between outspoken elderly ladies trying to give him advice, and the overly critical pioneer preachers, he might have gotten very discouraged by their comments. One elderly lady once told him, “Brother Fanning, you never can preach, and will always run your legs too far through your breeches. Do go home and go to plowing.” A visiting preacher commented, “I do not think you will ever be a preacher. It might be well for you to go at something else.”
Today, we are fortunate that he did not listen to them. Both of those people would live to see the day when he could preach to a great host of people for three hours straight and hold their rapt attention. He developed into a speaker of great power. His lessons were clear. His voice was distinct and pleasant. His English and grammar was pure. While Fanning was a man of great firmness, he remained humble and kind in his ministering labors. Once, while holding a debate, his opponent resorted to calling him a brute. He simply got up and walked out, ending the debate; and, to the thinking person, he carried with him the victory.
Like many of the great preachers of that time, Fanning preached in many places. He took an extended tour with Alexander Campbell in 1835. He taught in several schools called “Female Seminaries”. He eventually became the president of Franklin College in Tennessee, where he would hold tremendous influence over many of the young men who would become some of the Southland’s greatest preachers. He also edited several papers; first Christian Review, and then he worked with William Lipscomb on editing the Gospel Advocate, as well as several others after the war.
After two years of noticeable decline, though his voice was strong, his body had the tired, stooped appearance of a rapidly breaking man. In the last week of April, he had terrible pains in his side. He asked his brethren to come to his bedside on the following Lord’s Day, May 3, 1874, to break bread and sing. Most found it a difficult task amidst the tears, but they did the best they could. Shortly after, at 12:30 P.M., this great, godly man expended his last, noble breath.
(Next Week: Jacob Creath, Jr.)

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