Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-05-12
GLIMPSES OF HEAVEN

One very close to Edward Langley
has sent the Times the following:
Edward R. Langley, son of Mr.. and
Mrs. Monroe Langley, of Porchtowns
died April IA, 1922, at the age of 26
years. He had been at the home of his
parents sick since the 18th of Novem-
Der, 1921.
He had been employed over two
years at the plant of the Victor Talk
ing Machine Company, Camden; he
worked in the cabinet department. He
was we'll known, especially in his
church work; he had been a member
of the Zion NJ. E. Church for a number
of years. He was Sunday-school
superintendent for several years; was
also class leader and an exhorter. He
was also a member of the Local
Preachers Conference. Many will re-
member the beautiful hymns he loved
to sing.
His funeral on Tuesday, April 18th,
was largely attended. Rev. Howard
Crammer, former pastor, and Rev.
Frank Stephens, present pastor, con-
Quoted the funeral services. Mrs.
Stephens, wife of the pastor, sang
three beautiful selections: What Are
They Doing in Heaven" mo Disap-
pointments in Heaven" and Look
ing This Way" These were among
the hymns he loved to sing so well.
About the first of December, after he
had passed through a terrible time,
having had sixteen hemorrhages, he
lay as in a trance, as if dead, could
not move or speak, but said he knew
his loved ones were caring for him and
were near. He lay in this condition
from early in the evening until about
six o'clock the next morning. He told
members of his family that during this
period of time he was shown a glimpse
Of paradise, but could never describe
the beauty as no tongue could tell.
He said he took a walk down a beau
tiful path and the farther he went the
more beautiful it got with flowers on
all sides. He came to a river very
long, but so narrow he could step over.
He saw people sitting on the banks of
the river and under the trees; he
stepped over the river and went on and
saw a wall very high; inside was a
beautiful city not to be described. He
went on to the golden gate where stood
a man, but he didn't open the gate, but
he could see through bars of gold. He
said they talked together inside! he
could see them working on a building
beautifully; he asked the gate tender
what they were building, and he said,
ED, that is for you, but it isn't quite
Finished" so he said to the gate ten
der, 81 will go back to Porchtown
again." the gate tender said, "Well,
Ed, come again." and he replied, 81
will" So he revived and stayed
months longer.
He always looked forward to getting
we'll all through his suffering. He
never complained and never gave up
until the day he died. Then he said
he could not endure the suffering any
longer and wanted to leave this world
and go home.
His building was finished and about
six o'clock Friday night he began to
shake hands with mother, father,
brothers and sisters. He seemed happy
as he would take the hand Of each
and would give them that sweet smile,
never to be forgotten.
The last thing as his breath was
leaving the body he reached his hand
up towards Heaven.
DR.. Bramble was at his bedside
when he passed away. His wishes
were carried out to the very last as
he was laid away.-Elmer Times.
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