Oh Happy Day...!

If you know this older lady, at the bottom, it is her birthday this weekend! Give her a call!

Lady Powerscourt

Theodosia Anne Powerscourt, known as Lady Powerscourt, was born in the year 1800. She was the daughter of the Honorable Hugh Howard of Bushy Park, County Wicklow, Ireland. Theodosia Howard was converted to God in 1819, perhaps through Robert Daly, the rector of Powerscourt. Theodosia’s cousin, Frances Powerscourt, wife of Viscount Powerscourt (Richard Wingfield), died in May 1820. Theodosia married Richard Wingfield on June 29, 1822, and thus became Lady Powerscourt; Richard Wingfield died on August 9, 1823, a little over a year after their marriage. In 1826 prophetic meetings were first held in the residence (in Surrey, England,) of Henry Drummond, a banker and member of Parliament. Lady Powerscourt was interested in prophecy and attended these meetings. Impressed by these meetings, she initiated, perhaps in 1829, meetings for the study of prophecy at Powerscourt House. All who were interested were invited to come. After some time, she invited men from all over England, Scotland, and Ireland to her house for meetings. These meetings turned into annual Powerscourt conferences starting in 1831. Without going into the Scriptural truths which were brought out, it is believed that one result of these meetings at Powerscourt Castle was that the “Midnight Cry”—“Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.”—of Matthew 25:6 was proclaimed. After 1833 the conferences were held in a hotel in Dublin, Ireland, due to Lady Powerscourt’s stepson becoming of age and heir to the title, taking up residence at the Castle; since she no longer felt it to be her house she moved to Dublin. (copied off some website...hope it is accurate...hmmm) Lady Powerscourt died in 1836.

The Powerscourt Fountain

There is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains!

I do believe, I will believe,

That Jesus died for me!

That on the cross He shed His blood,

From sin to set me free.

The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.