|Birth: ||Nov. 9, 1940|
|Death: ||Dec. 10, 1991|
Gospel preacher and editor of the Firm Foundation. He was baptized by A. W. Chisom in March 1956. He married Jean Cutts, Dec. 27, 1961. He began preaching in Robertsdale, AL in 1957. His training included Auburn University and David Lipscomb College. He is listed in Preachers of Today, Vol. 3, 1964, 77.
O Death, Where Is Thy Victory?
As Tuesday, December 10, 1991, waned and passed into history, Bill Cline was carried away by the angels into Abraham's bosom. He died with the dying day, but he yet lives. He has joined that numberless host that by faith have conquered death.
Bill Cline was a man who loved the kingdom of heaven, the truth, and righteousness. He feared God and therefore had nothing else to fear. His spirit was serene and happy because he knew the joy of salvation. He was a free man because possessions did not enslave him. He remembered his pain and awaited his joy. He, like all the redeemed, was the salt of the earth and the light of the world.
His family was dear to him. His sweet wife, Jean, will feel the awful vacancy that a rent in the veil brings to hearts that love, are loved, and must say good-bye for a little while. The children of Bill and Jean's union, Cathy, Bill, Mary, and Becky, are strong in the faith, loyal to the church, and are walking in the truth. Just as there is no greater joy than in knowing that our children are lovers of the Lord, so is there no greater tribute to godly parents than children who rejoice in service to God and to mankind. The children's behavior bears testimony to the quality of the parents. Bill's mother and father were a strength and support to him all his days and especially in his last hours on earth. They are grand people.
Bill fought the good fight. He girded his loins with truth and wore the breastplate of righteousness. The boots of the preparation of the gospel were on his feet, and he was ever ready to respond to Macedonian calls. He stood behind the shield of faith and the fiery darts of the enemy could not reach him. With the helmet of salvation on his head, he skillfully employed the Christian soldier's sword-the word of God- to defeat the onslaught of evil men and of demons. He bore the heat and burden of the battle, and in the genius of a heavenly wisdom, stood straight and tall and solid. He relinquished no ground. He held the ancient enemy at bay.
He was faithful on his watch. Bill kept the faith. He understood that into his hands the gospel was given, into his hands was given the light. God makes himself dependent on the ransomed of earth to publicize and defend the once for all delivered faith. Through struggle and hard study, Bill Cline gained a good knowledge of the revealed will of the Master of men. The New Covenant was in his mind and on his heart. It was an engrafted word. He cherished and protected it. He loved it and lived by it. To God he was faithful and true, and he held a straight course in the word of truth-rightly dividing it.
Bill finished the course. Paul admonishes us, "Know ye not that they that run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? Even so run; that ye may obtain "(1 Cor. 9:24). Bill stretched forward to the things which are before, and pressed "on toward the goal unto the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus." He crossed the finish line a winner. He knew his imperfections and frailties, and worked to improve, but was wise enough never to allow foibles to cloud his vision. He forgot the things that are behind. He never faltered.
He knew what life is all about. He is gathered to his fathers and to a magnificent couch. He lies down "with patriarchs of the infant world-with kings, the powerful of the earth-the wise, the good, fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, all in one mighty sypulcher." His race is run. His crown is won. His mansion is occupied.
He knew the hand of death was near, but that imposter did not impress Bill. He looked back. He looked forward. He looked up. He now can say, "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith: henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give to me at that day; and not to me only, but also to all them that have loved his appearing." "Come ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come at the mercy-seat fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts. Here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal." Life goes on. We have work to do. The night is coming. We are sustained by "precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul; in the stillness of the midnight, precious, sacred scenes unfold." We shake ourselves and lift our burden and put our necks under the yoke and ''tread the road the saints above with shouts of triumph trod." "Wherefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labor is not vain in the Lord." "Encamped along the hills of light, ye Christian soldiers, rise, and press the battle ere the night shall veil the glowing skies. Against the foe in vales below let all our strength be hurled; Faith is the victory, we know, that overcomes the world." Staff of the Firm Foundation, January 1992, 24-25.
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