Great Jehoshaphat and Gully Dirt! Part 20
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I have always regretted that I never knew your father. I still have hopes that someday I will have the pleasure of meeting all of you kind kinspeople in Arkansas. Would that the distance between us were not so great.
Aunt Vic took off her eyegla.s.ses and rubbed her eyes. "And then Cuddin Lucy just goes on to describe Uncle Lige's funeral, and she mentions a lot of our relatives back there-most of them folks I've never heard of. Here, Nannie, you read Pa's letter."
Mama took the yellowed, brittle pages. They rattled as she unfolded them. She said, "It's in Pa's hand, all right." Then Mama began to read very slowly.
My dear brother Elijah,
How good it was to hear from you once more. Through the years your letters have meant more to me than you can ever know, Lige.
This time, please overlook my delay in answering. When I relate how matters now stand, you can understand why I did not reply by return post.
A great thing has happened to me: G.o.d HAS OFFERED ME DEATH.
AND _I HAVE ACCEPTED!
Please do not grieve, Lige. This, the end of it all for me, is all right. True, it is a solemn thing to lie for days on one's deathbed, waiting, waiting, not knowing the day nor the hour of the last breath. But that too has come to seem only evidence of mercy, part of my cup from the Lord's right hand.
When the time does come, it will suffice if a kind eulogist will say for me, as one said for Grant, "Let his faults ... be writ in water."
Lige, my condition came about slowly. I felt poorly all last fall and winter. For something like six months I had been drained of all my vigor and former energy. I just seemed like a jaded horse.
I thought surely, though, I'd soon get my second wind. So I went on about my pastoring. Each Sat.u.r.day and Sunday, and often on Mondays, I rode miles in my two-horse buggy as I went to preach at my four churches over the county. This taxed my strength, so much so that I was always tired. And during these months it seemed I was called on to hold twice as many burials and weddings as common.
Then one Sunday in early February, as I was conducting an evening service at s.h.i.+loh, a strange and beautiful thing occurred. It was about three o'clock.
I turned the pages of the pulpit Bible to the thirty-ninth chapter of the Book of Psalms. I was planning to take my text from the sixth verse, which says, "Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them."
It was my intent to preach on the theme that one is foolish to lay up worldly goods. I decided, though, to read the entire Psalm to the congregation before I started my discourse.
I started reading, distinctly and in measured tones, so that all in the house could hear every word. And all were listening attentively as I gave it, verse by verse, with stress on the phrases which I planned to expound upon.
Then, I reached these lines:
LORD, MAKE ME TO KNOW MINE END, AND THE MEASURE OF MY DAYS, WHAT IT IS; THAT _I MAY KNOW HOW FRAIL _I AM.
My voice faltered, failed.
There came a rustle and swish, as of a strong breeze sweeping through the church. It swirled around me and the pulpit like a benign whirlwind, slowing itself almost to a halt. I lifted my eyes from the Bible, and there before me was G.o.d's angel of death, hovering near-so near that his soft outspread wings brushed my shoulders. He came closer. Gently he folded me within ethereal wings and gathered me to his bosom. He bore me high and far away, into the presence of Almighty G.o.d, making for me a moment of ecstasy and inexplicable joy!
Quickly, the angel was gone, G.o.d was gone, and I was again standing in the pulpit, shaken and amazed. A tremor pa.s.sed through my whole being, and I had to grasp the top of the stand until I could recover my normal sight and senses.
G.o.d had shown me my time would come soon. He had held out death to me and made me see it could mean being in eternal bliss.
How wonderful! But this feeling of exhilaration and joyous peace vanished as swiftly as had the celestial being. Terrorizing fear engulfed me!
I managed to continue reading. However, the lines were no longer a song of David, the Israelite King. They turned into my own piteous lament. I kept on saying the phrases, but by the time I reached the final verse, I was not reading. I was crying out to my G.o.d, "O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more!"
How I got through the remainder of the service, I will never know. Later I could not recall a single word I had spoken. After the benediction, one of the elderly brethren came up to me and shook my hand.
"Brother Dave," he said, "that was the finest sermon you ever preached!"
He didn't know it was my last.
I spent the night at that kind old gentleman's house. Next morning as I drove my buggy toward home, I let my team find the way by habit rather than by my direction. They went up and down the little hills and through the sand beds at slow pace.
Eventually I tied their lines to the dashboard so that I could give full attention to searching the Scriptures. I needed solace for my very soul.
As I thumbed through the pages of my Bible there welled up in my memory all the pa.s.sages I usually read to the bereaved at a graveside. These brought small comfort. None, in fact. I wondered that I had ever thought such Scriptures could, in themselves, console.
I searched for other promises but could find not one to blot out my bitter regret and remorse.
Faces of the dear people in my churches came before me. I thought of the Sundays I had stood in the pulpit at Millers Crossing and at s.h.i.+loh, here at Drake Eye Springs, and at all my other churches and of how I had spoken softly and shouted loudly, of how I had cajoled and pled. Once more, in my mind's eye, I read them the Holy Scriptures and prayed with them all.
It was summer again, and I stood waist-deep in the pleasant waters of Cornie Creek, baptizing candidates by the score. One by one I lowered each into a symbolic watery grave and then raised them up-to walk a new spiritual life. And members stood at the water's edge and sang the sacred hymns.
I thought on all these things of bygone years. But I asked myself, did I actually show the great and mighty and merciful G.o.d to the people? Did a single one get even a glimpse of the truth?
Lige, as I rode on toward home that cold, lonely February day, I was utterly dejected. I felt all was lost. Finally I stopped looking through the Bible. I quit thinking of sermons I had or had not preached. Instead, I began to call out to G.o.d. I must have actually cried aloud, for my mares, Martha and Mary, gave a sudden leap and almost took me into a ditch!
How long I prayed, I couldn't say. But slowly, great comfort spread over me like a warm cloak, and with it came a peace, a serenity of heart I could scarcely comprehend.
As I picked up the stiff, frozen buggy lines, the mares, glad to feel my hands on the reins, quickened their step. Soon we were crossing Rocky Head Creek and climbing the hills toward home. The coldness of the wind or the frost yet in the air brought on one of the coughing spells to which I had been subject all winter.
This time I spat blood! Then I knew. The dread Consumption had its grip on me!
I thought again of that line: "Lord make me to know mine end." And I was glad He, not another, had told me.
I knew it was useless to do so, but I drove by to talk with Elton, my wife's brother, who, as you recall, is the doctor here in Drake Eye Springs. I had no hope that he could help me, for I already knew there is no known cure for this scourge. Not only is it fatal, but also it is considered an affliction of shame or weakness. Why it should be thought something of a disgrace to succ.u.mb to galloping Consumption and not to another disease, I still cannot fathom.
Elton said he could not be sure of what ailed me, but he feared I was right in my own diagnosis. Isolation, and fresh air, and complete rest were all he could recommend. He told me of having read an article in his medical journal that advocated placing pine boughs about the room to diminish the frequency of the consumptive cough. But he discounted that.
Within a week my sons and grandsons built me a small screened-in room out in one corner of our side yard under the shade of our largest white oak. Here I spent most of my time. I grew weaker and weaker until finally I was forced to keep to the bed.
Of course I was obliged to tender my resignation to each of my churches. Oh, how this hurt me. I loved being pastor to these dear, frank, open-hearted people. They are hard workers. Of course, now and then, you will see a man who has let himself be dragged down by drink. But this is the exception, not the rule.
The very last funeral I conducted was, unfortunately, for such a man. His name was Lawson. I hadn't ever known him, but his family lived near Millers Crossing, and they asked me to preach the funeral. I have often wondered what will become of the man's sons, especially the older one, Ward. He appeared to be in his early twenties. His pa, from what I could gather, set a very poor example. And he hadn't sent Ward or any of his other children to school much. He never carried his family to church. And in this day and time, school and church make a big difference in molding character. So chances are young Ward Lawson will never amount to anything.
Perhaps I judge too harshly. Sometimes, parents cannot realize what they should be doing for their children. Even now I sometimes ponder whether I was wise to leave Sand Mountain and to bring my own three precious little motherless girls to this part of Arkansas, which was so spa.r.s.ely settled then. But, my daughters by Rachael grew into lovely women and each married well. And the second wife I took bore me five fine children, as you know. So, I must not bewail my lot. G.o.d scatters his children over the land as a man sprinkles salt on meat, to make life more savory wherever they settle.
My glorious morning is now at hand. I know complete peace.
Old friends and church people still come for miles to pay their respects. Elderly colored folk stop by. I hear them all pray for my recovery, yet they know the matter is final. They go away sorrowful, despite all I can say to rea.s.sure them.
Last week my family moved me from the outdoor room, placing my bed on the south end of the porch so that I can feel any slight breeze that stirs. Nannie, Vic, and Lovie take turns sitting by my side, day and night, to waft the air with their palmetto fans, and this does aid my breathing.
Soon, Lige, very soon I believe, the Lord will send again the angel who came to me at s.h.i.+loh. All my years are pa.s.sed away, and He will bring my days to an end as a sigh.
With deep affection and with prayer on my lips for you, I remain
Your devoted brother,
David
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