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has been pleased to take our brother to Himself in this manner, for what purpose we do not know, but one thing we do know, God has done right, and to His will we say “amen.”
Photo of Hugh Morris, Evangelist
CHAPTER 7
THE MELTING EARNESTNESS AND INTENSITY OF
THE MAN
Tribute by Mr. Hugh Morris, Evangelist
Of sallow complexion and fragile frame,
He did not look very strong:
No one could have anticipated that
He would have lived through those years
To perform the great work he did,
For as a worker in the Master’s vineyard
He labored incessantly as all
who came into contact with him
IT WAS MY PRIVILEGE TO have the friendship of Mr. John Harper for twenty-five years. On reading the news of his sad end from the newspapers after the awful Titanic disaster, I could scarcely credit that such could be the fate of one I had parted with but a short time before, who, never since I had known him, seemed more fit for work physically, intellectually, and spiritually. I had heard him preach frequently, but the address he gave at the noon meeting in Bothwell Street, Glasgow, on the day of our last meeting on earth, Wednesday, March 20, stamped itself upon my mind by its lucidity, earnestness, and spiritual power, making one feel sure that his gifts as a proclaimer of God’s good news were not spent but had increased and strengthened since I had previously been in his company.
Twenty-five years ago as a boy of fully fourteen years of age, he began to work in the gardens of Barrochan House, Houston, Renfrewshire. Of sallow complexion and fragile frame, he did not look very strong. No one could have anticipated that he would have lived through those years to perform the great work he did, for as a worker in the Master’s vineyard, he labored incessantly, as all who came into contact with him know. One marked feature of those early years that made radiant his young life was his reverence for the things of God.
It was my good fortune to know John’s parents, and who can overestimate the benign influence of a home where Christ is Lord and Master, upon the young life growing up in the midst? His father was a most unassuming man, yet withal a man who made himself felt, for the love of God that filled his heart made him think, speak, and act in such a manner as to declare with no uncertain voice that he was a “servant of Jesus Christ” as the following incident will show.
One day in a farmyard, the workers were putting up hay in stacks. The farmer started to taunt George and sneer at his religion as he passed by. The workers laughed. George Harper said nothing for a time, but afterwards turning on the farmer, he repeated Revelation 21:8, “But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death,” and some other texts of a kindred nature.
The laughter ceased, the old farmer stood trembling, and then turning on his heel, he fled into the house. From that day on, no one on that farm ever attempted to make light of George Harper or his religion. A man of true piety, mighty in the Scripture and powerful in prayer. Many a day at the meal hour, I have sat with my Bible in hand and listened with great profit to this “Master in Israel” opening up the Scripture. No one could listen to him as he prayed and not be moved by the melting earnestness and intensity of the man. One could never doubt but that he knew the straight road to the throne of grace.
I had left that district and gone home to reside at Largs. John Harper had gone to work in the carpet work at Elderslie, later on in the paper mill at Kilbarchan. The call came to preach the gospel, and he obeyed. All around that district, Johnstone, Kilbarchan, Linwood, Elderslie, and Bridge of Weir, he went preaching with power. First the school house and then a hall was taken for meetings in Bridge of Weir.
Photo of Hugh Morris, Evangelist
CHAPTER 7
THE MELTING EARNESTNESS AND INTENSITY OF
THE MAN
Tribute by Mr. Hugh Morris, Evangelist
Of sallow complexion and fragile frame,
He did not look very strong:
No one could have anticipated that
He would have lived through those years
To perform the great work he did,
For as a worker in the Master’s vineyard
He labored incessantly as all
who came into contact with him
IT WAS MY PRIVILEGE TO have the friendship of Mr. John Harper for twenty-five years. On reading the news of his sad end from the newspapers after the awful Titanic disaster, I could scarcely credit that such could be the fate of one I had parted with but a short time before, who, never since I had known him, seemed more fit for work physically, intellectually, and spiritually. I had heard him preach frequently, but the address he gave at the noon meeting in Bothwell Street, Glasgow, on the day of our last meeting on earth, Wednesday, March 20, stamped itself upon my mind by its lucidity, earnestness, and spiritual power, making one feel sure that his gifts as a proclaimer of God’s good news were not spent but had increased and strengthened since I had previously been in his company.
Twenty-five years ago as a boy of fully fourteen years of age, he began to work in the gardens of Barrochan House, Houston, Renfrewshire. Of sallow complexion and fragile frame, he did not look very strong. No one could have anticipated that he would have lived through those years to perform the great work he did, for as a worker in the Master’s vineyard, he labored incessantly, as all who came into contact with him know. One marked feature of those early years that made radiant his young life was his reverence for the things of God.
It was my good fortune to know John’s parents, and who can overestimate the benign influence of a home where Christ is Lord and Master, upon the young life growing up in the midst? His father was a most unassuming man, yet withal a man who made himself felt, for the love of God that filled his heart made him think, speak, and act in such a manner as to declare with no uncertain voice that he was a “servant of Jesus Christ” as the following incident will show.
One day in a farmyard, the workers were putting up hay in stacks. The farmer started to taunt George and sneer at his religion as he passed by. The workers laughed. George Harper said nothing for a time, but afterwards turning on the farmer, he repeated Revelation 21:8, “But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death,” and some other texts of a kindred nature.
The laughter ceased, the old farmer stood trembling, and then turning on his heel, he fled into the house. From that day on, no one on that farm ever attempted to make light of George Harper or his religion. A man of true piety, mighty in the Scripture and powerful in prayer. Many a day at the meal hour, I have sat with my Bible in hand and listened with great profit to this “Master in Israel” opening up the Scripture. No one could listen to him as he prayed and not be moved by the melting earnestness and intensity of the man. One could never doubt but that he knew the straight road to the throne of grace.
I had left that district and gone home to reside at Largs. John Harper had gone to work in the carpet work at Elderslie, later on in the paper mill at Kilbarchan. The call came to preach the gospel, and he obeyed. All around that district, Johnstone, Kilbarchan, Linwood, Elderslie, and Bridge of Weir, he went preaching with power. First the school house and then a hall was taken for meetings in Bridge of Weir.
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