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I was asked several times to spend a weekend there.
THERE ARE FIVE HERE WHO HAVE NOT YET DECIDED FOR CHRIST
One meeting lives in my memory. The Sabbath day was wet and stormy. At the hour of meeting that night, the weather had not improved. We were looking for a small gathering as the way leading to the hall was down a long, dark, somewhat circuitous lane lined with trees. When on the platform, after he had given out the hymn, I asked him if he thought there were any unsaved present. He knew the workers well, and after a minute he whispered to me, “There are five here who have not yet decided for Christ.” I asked him to pray for the conversion of those five, and I would preach for their conversion. “Agreed,” he said with a smile. When the first meeting was over, no one made to go away. No pressure was brought to bear upon any, nor stratagems used to trap them. All voluntarily sat still, and on the five being asked if they desired to trust Christ, they said they did, and all five made a profession of faith in Jesus before leaving the hall. He used to speak of this meeting when we met in after days.
AT TWENTY YEARS OF AGE, HE WAS THE LEADING SPIRIT
Another gathering he organized was an open-air conference for Christian workers on the Brae of Ranfurly, Bridge of Weir, on a Saturday afternoon in the summertime. I took part in giving an address at that conference and can remember still the large gathering and the healthy spiritual life displayed by all present.
When one calls to mind that at this time he was not quite twenty years of age, and yet the leading spirit in all this work, it shows us that, coupled with those succeeding years of arduous toil and unfading zeal for the winning of the lost for Christ, he was not laboring in energy of the flesh, but in the “power of the spirit,” having received ordered from “the Leader and Commander” to go forth.
Of him it can be said now that his day’s work is over, having put “his hand to the plow,” he never looked back. About the time when he was carrying on work in full swing in the above-mentioned district, he wrote to me saying he saw and was convinced from the Word of God that he should be baptized by immersion, also requesting me to perform the rite.
I was not a pastor, nor at that time had even the title of evangelist, but as he was insistent that I should baptize him, one Sabbath morning we went together to the Noddle Burn on the north side of Largs, and there, in the pool under the bridge on the Wemyss Bay Road, John Harper, in obedience to his Lord, was baptized in New Testament form.
THE LAST WORDS OF JOHN AND HIS FATHER TO ME
The last time I saw his godly father in life, we had a talk together of the “things concerning the King.” And though at that time he was going about following his daily occupation, most calmly and with emphasis he assured me that he knew he was near the end of his sojourn here. In health, he was his usual, but he told me the prayers of many years had been answered, and the home call would come soon. True it was, for ere two weeks had passed, I was in Houston at his funeral.
Toward the end of last March, I shook hands with John. He was going off shortly afterward to Chicago. He said, “I may see you out there yet.” “Yes, keep believing” was my rejoinder. No. Not Chicago, but “the City which hath foundation” where no gospel campaigns are carried on, no sin, no partings, no heart-rending catastrophes, no blinding griefs. With Christ, with Him forever, we shall meet, bless God.
Photo of W.D. Dunn, Evangelist
CHAPTER 8
A BRAVE SOLDIER ON FIRE FOR GOD
Tribute by Mr. W.D. Dunn, Evangelist
And now the brave soldier’s
precious form
lies beneath the ocean waves,
and his blood-washed spirit
is present with the Lord
in yon land of light and glory
the homeland of all who love and
serve the Christ of God.
Farewell, beloved soldier,
we shall meet you in the morning
without a cloud.
I GLADLY
THERE ARE FIVE HERE WHO HAVE NOT YET DECIDED FOR CHRIST
One meeting lives in my memory. The Sabbath day was wet and stormy. At the hour of meeting that night, the weather had not improved. We were looking for a small gathering as the way leading to the hall was down a long, dark, somewhat circuitous lane lined with trees. When on the platform, after he had given out the hymn, I asked him if he thought there were any unsaved present. He knew the workers well, and after a minute he whispered to me, “There are five here who have not yet decided for Christ.” I asked him to pray for the conversion of those five, and I would preach for their conversion. “Agreed,” he said with a smile. When the first meeting was over, no one made to go away. No pressure was brought to bear upon any, nor stratagems used to trap them. All voluntarily sat still, and on the five being asked if they desired to trust Christ, they said they did, and all five made a profession of faith in Jesus before leaving the hall. He used to speak of this meeting when we met in after days.
AT TWENTY YEARS OF AGE, HE WAS THE LEADING SPIRIT
Another gathering he organized was an open-air conference for Christian workers on the Brae of Ranfurly, Bridge of Weir, on a Saturday afternoon in the summertime. I took part in giving an address at that conference and can remember still the large gathering and the healthy spiritual life displayed by all present.
When one calls to mind that at this time he was not quite twenty years of age, and yet the leading spirit in all this work, it shows us that, coupled with those succeeding years of arduous toil and unfading zeal for the winning of the lost for Christ, he was not laboring in energy of the flesh, but in the “power of the spirit,” having received ordered from “the Leader and Commander” to go forth.
Of him it can be said now that his day’s work is over, having put “his hand to the plow,” he never looked back. About the time when he was carrying on work in full swing in the above-mentioned district, he wrote to me saying he saw and was convinced from the Word of God that he should be baptized by immersion, also requesting me to perform the rite.
I was not a pastor, nor at that time had even the title of evangelist, but as he was insistent that I should baptize him, one Sabbath morning we went together to the Noddle Burn on the north side of Largs, and there, in the pool under the bridge on the Wemyss Bay Road, John Harper, in obedience to his Lord, was baptized in New Testament form.
THE LAST WORDS OF JOHN AND HIS FATHER TO ME
The last time I saw his godly father in life, we had a talk together of the “things concerning the King.” And though at that time he was going about following his daily occupation, most calmly and with emphasis he assured me that he knew he was near the end of his sojourn here. In health, he was his usual, but he told me the prayers of many years had been answered, and the home call would come soon. True it was, for ere two weeks had passed, I was in Houston at his funeral.
Toward the end of last March, I shook hands with John. He was going off shortly afterward to Chicago. He said, “I may see you out there yet.” “Yes, keep believing” was my rejoinder. No. Not Chicago, but “the City which hath foundation” where no gospel campaigns are carried on, no sin, no partings, no heart-rending catastrophes, no blinding griefs. With Christ, with Him forever, we shall meet, bless God.
Photo of W.D. Dunn, Evangelist
CHAPTER 8
A BRAVE SOLDIER ON FIRE FOR GOD
Tribute by Mr. W.D. Dunn, Evangelist
And now the brave soldier’s
precious form
lies beneath the ocean waves,
and his blood-washed spirit
is present with the Lord
in yon land of light and glory
the homeland of all who love and
serve the Christ of God.
Farewell, beloved soldier,
we shall meet you in the morning
without a cloud.
I GLADLY
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