Chapter 21
Section 21 of From Life to Life, or How Our Preachers Die. information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Shrimpfish. From Life to Life, or How Our Preachers Die, by William Marion Weakley. Rev. Isaac Ware To a co-laborer of White River Conference,
this man of God made the following statement shortly before his death. When I think of leaving the church and my family, I confess I have a desire to remain a while, that I may enjoy their company and work for the Master. But if I must die, it is all right.
Then I shall be free from sorrow and pain, and as to friends, I have more in heaven than I have on earth. When I think of being free from all sorrow, of meeting departed loved ones, and of seeing Jesus as he is, I know it would be far better to be absent from the body and present with the Lord. His last whispered utterances were, Jesus saves me now. They are saints of all ages and harmony meet, their Savior and brethren
transported to greet, while anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, and the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. Reverend Elisha Flough. This life does not end all. The grave does not bound human existence. Faith, penetrating the darkness about us, discovers a nightless land beyond. When Mr. Flough, a trusted and trusting servant of West Des Moines, now Iowa, conference, realized the near approach of the death messenger, he said to the Reverend J. Simpson,
I have suffered long enough in this world. I am ready to go if it is the Lord's will. Meet me in heaven, where we will die no more. A few more days, a few more years, by storms and tempest driven. With songs and everlasting joy we all shall meet in heaven. Reverend D. D. Leitner. It is true, said Mr. Leitner, that perfect love casteth out fear. When told that his pulse could no longer be felt, he exclaimed, Thank God my suffering will soon be over. An eyewitness says
that when he was too far gone to speak, he looked around upon those present and smiled, as if to say, All is well. The departure of this faithful herald added another name to the death roll of St. Joseph Conference. How blessed the righteous when he dies, when sinks a weary soul to rest! How mildly beam the closing eyes, how gently heaves the expiring breath! End of section 21
