The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1897-03-26
FROM TAYLOR, TEXAS.
Rev. T. J. Duncan Writes the Herald
an interesting Letter.
He Speaks Words of CondOlen ce to
Grief stricken Hearts.-CoIunI-
bias Union Revival.

EDITOR HERALD:-There now. 1t
is "blue Monday The rain de-
scends. The black mud sticks. The
air is chilly. Pm housed. Just
week has passed since | closed
good meeting in my charge. That
week has been spent in a dilligent
effort to reap the fruits of the meet
ing. The services were conducted
four weeks, but the people We're
about two weeks realizing that "A
pastor was also an evangelist. We
had fOrty-two conversions, and 30
accessions. Many claimed CONVEX
sion and reclamation who We're al
ready in the church. Seventy have
been added to the church since con-
ference, by certificate, vows, and
baptism. Collections all secured,
and more than half paid. Sunday
school and league quickened, pray
er-meeting alive. l am tired Not
of the work, but in it.
o, God is so good to ME! Bless his
holy name! [ am purpOsed. He shall
be my all. How glad | am 20 see
the tokens Of good in Columbia. The
union meetings; fraternity; cooper
alton; burying of prejudices; unity
ing the effort. OF course the work
will go on. Let the brethren be pa
tient. BE content TO be led of the
spirit rather than rush ahead of
Him.
That awful harvest of death goes
on. think brother Barr and / at
tended over eighty funerals together
while ] was in that station. Rose
Hill will yield her precious dust af-
ter whites. For every burial treas
ure home was Swallowed and ach-
ing hearts went heavily about their
tasks. They sowed the dust of their
dead in tears; they will reap their
resurrected forms in Joy. Thank
God for the relief of tears and the
hope of the resurrection. These do
their work mainly after the funeral.
The stir over and the dear one laid
away, the house, though it be in the
heart of a great metropolis, seems
the sepulchre of all our loves in its
loneliness. Then we break down
and cry cry we had hitherto not
known. Relief comes and we look
away by faith to where our loved
ones are.
Soon our living loved ones will
weep over us. A week, month, a
year, what are these? But breath,
and then we are no more among
men. Where will we die, and how?
Who will be with us then? And how
will we behave? Where will our
dust repose? Who will baptize it
with heavens dews, the tears of
pure affection? We may not know
IT'S wisely withheld from US. But
where will we go, and whom will we
meet? The foreheads bright, the
whited curls, the little feet, bright
eyes, white arms. Oh, me, who
shall we meet? What will they say?
Will they be glad? Will they know
us? Will they love us?
MY faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary!
! Saviour Divine"
This must not be. This is not
newspaper matter, is it? Yet il
bubbles up from my heart with a
flow that seems to bring me sweet
relief. Since she went home I have
been much given to these. Some.
how | cannOt--but no, | must not,
will mott only want to lay my
heart up against the bleeding hearts
of the HERALD family in their deer
sorrow.
"Tis blue Monday But it is the
blue sky of hope with its Bethlehem
star sending forth unusual bright
ness on all my open heart. Some.
how or other l read amid the
twinkling splendor, Yes, Christ i:
all in ALL" L 90 to day and drop 1
tear with every aching heart evel
tried to soothe, while for my owr
oftimes torn and bleeding heart
only say: "Thy will, o, Lord, no
mine, be done.n
TT. DUNCAN.
Taylor, Texas March 10.