Chapter 22
Section 22 of From Life to Life, or How Our Preachers Die. For more 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. A. Lackey.
When he saw his daughter Maggie weeping in view of the separation soon to occur, Mr. Lackey, in a tender fatherly way, sought to console her. Don't fret for me, he said. It is all right. Then, turning to his two other daughters, he continued, Be good, children. Love Jesus. Love your mother.
When told that the physician had said he could live only a few hours, he rapturously exclaimed, Praise the Lord! Thank God for the hope of the Christian! He was a member of Pennsylvania Conference. Yes, our brother's course is run, ended is the glorious strife. Fought the fight, the work is done, death is swallowed up in life. Reverend Alvin Rose. Twenty-three years of loyal service were given to the Sandusky Conference
by Mr. Rose. Being filled with God's love, he made the world brighter, God's thought clearer, man's duty simpler, and life's burdens easier to be borne. His reward was sure. Toward the end of his days, his bodily sufferings were exceedingly severe, but grace, the all-sustaining, all-conquering grace of God was abundant. To his wife he said, with feelings somewhat depressed, I am in the valley, but not through yet. Then in a few moments his countenance fairly beamed with
joy, and with uplifted hands he shouted, It is all bright now. All is glory, glory, glory. Falter not, for Christ is leading, He will roll the mist away. In the sweeter fields of Eden, we shall rest at break of day. Rev. John Russell This honored minister of peace gave to God and the church a loving service which extended
through a period of seventy-five years. At the close of a camp meeting, which he attended shortly before his death, he said to Reverend C. T. Stern of the same conference, Now I am going home to die. His work, he declared, was done, and it was so. Next to his last day on earth, he said, I am quite ill, but I feel so comfortable in my mind, so comfortable. E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove, my sovereign eternal unchangeable love,
and when hoary hair shall their temples adorn, like lambs they shall still in my bosom be born. Reverend William Smith Ere this faithful messenger of good tidings quit the Skioto, now Southeast Ohio, conference, for the heavenly home he joyously testified to the all-sufficiency of the gospel of Christ to comfort the soul in the last trying ordeal.
That grace, he said, which I loved so well to preach to others, comforts me now. Just before he died he called for the old family Bible, and, after looking at it and pressing it to his face as a prized treasure, he gave it back with the remark, That will do. Holy Bible, Book Divine, Precious treasure thou art mine, Mine to show by living faith, Man can triumph over death.
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