The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1905-09-05
THE WORD ETERNAL.
Beautiful Tribute to Mr. McCrary's
Memory and the Lesson Taught
by His Death.

At the Lutheran church OF the
Redeemer on Sunday morning the
pastor. tro-Rev. VIM. L. Seabrool,
preached his first sermon after the
summer vacation granted him by his
church. Mr.. Seabrook paid a very
beautiful tribute 10 the memory OF
Mr.. Thos. J. McCrary. and spoke of
the great lesson taught by his sudden
death. \ synopsis OF Mr.. Sebrook's
sermon follows:
end Kings 20: 7. Thus saith the
Lord Set thine house in order; for
thou shalt die and not live
To pastor, who has been absent
from his pulpit for time, returning;
a pastor, who in some measure real
ICES his responsibility, his privilege,
the occasion lays burden upon heart
and mind and conscience. that none
but he can appreciate. What shall be
his message, what his greeting, what
word can he speak that will be most
helpful to those 20 whom his heart
goes out in loving desire to help?
Sometimes it is hard for him to de-
eide upon the message and the form
it shall take. Sometimes he finds
that though every pulpit in the COM
munity has been voiceless for many
days, he voice Of God has not been
silent, the events of life have been
more eloquent. more convincing than
human speech or argument, and he
feels utterly powerless to do more
than the message that has already
rung in ali ears, reached all hearts.
Doctrine, however forcefully illus
rrated, does not always interest the
soul; exhortation, however powerful,
does not always arouse to action, but
none are unaffected by such an event
as that which has cast the pail OF
gloom over all hears during the past
week.
1: IS not my purpose this morning
to speak Of the loss sustained by the
community in the passing from US
of Thomas J. McCrary. We in some
measure know what that loss is.
Every class in the community has
been stricken by his death. Capital,
that gave employment to labor, has
lost faithful and wise representa-
tive. The toiler, VINO gives value to
capital has lost a friend. A pillar of
the earthly church has fallen. Earth
" home ties are interrupted and loved
ones mourn. The loss is inexpressi-
bic.
Nor is it my purpose to say much
of the qualities that marked his life;
OF his fidelity to duty; of his faith
fulness to his friends; of his charita-
bleness; OF his charity; of his SYM
pathy; of his strength; of his patience
who has not spoken of them during
these days of sadness? Humboldt
has said The finest fruit earth hc'ts
up TO its Maker is a finished NJ, -
and I have heard no truer, more beau
tiful words OF eulogy of our borther
than the words OF friend, who knew
him through and through, "He was q
real man." To pronounce his life
perfect would be to deny that he was
human: but 10 say that it was pre-
eminent among other lives is only to
give it the tribute that it merits.
"He was a real man."
But since last Thursday morning,
when on my way home, at railway
station in the upper part of the state,
I bought the morning paper, and read
the sad news, it is not of these things
that I have thought most. Running
all through the thought Of tenderest
sympathy with his loved ones; Of the
community's loss; Of esteem for the
many, has been another thought,
persistent, constantly recurring, that
compels me whether I will or not, to
bring to you this morning message.
That thought is the solemn admoni-
ton that the event should bring home