From the 1950 Holston Conference Journal
Leslie Calvin Sanders, son of William S. and Winnie Vaughn Sanders, was born in Union County, South Carolina, April 25, 1895. He died in Spartanburg, South Carolina on November 17, 1949. Funeral rites were conducted by the Rev. Wallace Fridy and the writer. He was buried in the cemetery at his home church, Foster Chapel, Kelton, South Carolina
Leslie Sanders was schooled at Spartan Academy, Wofford College, where he received the A.B. degree, and at the Candler School of Theology, Emory University. For two years he was head of the department of French at Porter Academy in South Carolina. In 1926 he joined the South Carolina Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, serving at North Charleston, Hemingway, Myrtle Beach, Georgetown and McClellanville. In 1936 he transferred to the Holston Conference, serving Springton, West Virginia, Assistant Pastor at Central Church in Knoxville, pastor at Appalachia, First Church Morristown and Centenary Church in Erwin. Before he transferred to the Holston Conference he served as Chaplain in "C.C.C." for a few months.
On September 12, 1923 he was married to Miss Nell Robertson of Spartanburg, by the Reverend Henry Wade DuBose. Mrs. Sanders survives, residing in Spartanburg.
The foregoing bare record does not tell the story of Leslie Sanders. His life-story cannot be contained in a statistical record. It is written more deeply and subtly in something finer than a recital of dates and places.
He was a truly good man. Being a real pastor, the concern of his people was the deep concern of his heart. One of the finest qualities was sympathy, a fellow-feeling. He wept when his people hurt; he rejoiced with them in their joys. He never aspired to be anything but a pastor. He had a shepherd's heart.
He was a thoughtful student of the Bible and other great books. I knew his library. It was filled with good book. He was acquainted with the classics as well as current trends of thought. His philosophy of life was wholesomeness, thoroughly Christian. He was a preacher of unusual earnestness. He knew the needs of his people. He preached great truths of the Gospel. He held up Christ as the hope of the world, as the realization of life's finest ideals. He was evangelistic in the best sense of the word. All his sermons were delivered with earnest fervor. His appeal was to the intellect and the heart because he realized that the whole man must be converted, regenerated. So, he preached faith in Christ, repentance, a change of heart and mind. He preached regeneration. The atonement was a frequent subject.
He was a splendid husband. The devotion of "L.C." and "Nell" was something fine, deep and tender. He loved children and it was a great regret to him and Mrs. Sanders that no children came to their home. Their children were the people they served.
Leslie Sanders was a loyal friend. The writer had many occasions to realize and appreciate his friendship. I was his District Superintendent for three years. He was the pastor of my family. The Sanders were frequent visitors in my home. In my own time of sorrow, they were the very truest of friends; their home and hearts were open to me and I went many times. More than once we traveled the "hills of Holston" together, going to various meetings, and, now and then, just driving for relaxation. He conducted some of the Quarterly Meetings I was unable to attend. As we traveled through the valleys and over the mountains, we discussed the great issues and questions of the day or some passage of the Bible. We opened our hearts and minds to each other. We loved each other as brothers. He was an interesting raconteur, and his stories of people, places and events in his native State were most interesting. His stories were interspersed with bits of wit and humor. He could see and feel the incongruities of a situation. That ability helped him over many rough places in life.
Leslie Sanders was a good churchman and citizen. He was interested in the life of his community. As a pastor he got along well with his people. His gentle firmness allayed fears and mollified asperities. He could, as I observed more than once, take a firm stand on an issue and hold it to the end. He was not moved by whim or caprice, but by deep, honest convictions.
His work was not sensational, not spasmodic, but it was steady. It obtained abiding results. During his pastorate at Appalachia the church building was remodeled and a new Education Building erected. At first church in Morristown, he continued a most effective manner the work of raising funds for a new building which had been inaugurated by the Rev. Fynes B. Jackson, his predecessor. He threw himself into his work, his church, his Lord. He gave of his strength to such extent that he was compelled to as for the superannuate relationship at the age of fifty-three.
He spent several weeks in hospitals, undergoing major surgery and taking treatments. Upon his retirement in 1948, he went to Spartanburg and there he lived the last months with his books, his thoughts and in fellowship with God. It was hope that he might one day return to the pastorate. He was promoted to a pastorate in Heaven.
His interest in various activities of the Church never abated. The day before he passed to his heavenly home, he attended the morning and evening services at Bethel Church in Spartanburg. When he retired on Wednesday evening, November 16th, 1949 he seemed to be in better health than usual. His spirit was fine, but his body was tired. In the night he went to sleep. The next day he was in the better land.
He was my friend. I shall miss him. He made himself a part of the people who knew him. He made himself a part of me.
M.A. Stevenson
Leslie Calvin Sanders, son of William S. and Winnie Vaughn Sanders, was born in Union County, South Carolina, April 25, 1895. He died in Spartanburg, South Carolina on November 17, 1949. Funeral rites were conducted by the Rev. Wallace Fridy and the writer. He was buried in the cemetery at his home church, Foster Chapel, Kelton, South Carolina
Leslie Sanders was schooled at Spartan Academy, Wofford College, where he received the A.B. degree, and at the Candler School of Theology, Emory University. For two years he was head of the department of French at Porter Academy in South Carolina. In 1926 he joined the South Carolina Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, serving at North Charleston, Hemingway, Myrtle Beach, Georgetown and McClellanville. In 1936 he transferred to the Holston Conference, serving Springton, West Virginia, Assistant Pastor at Central Church in Knoxville, pastor at Appalachia, First Church Morristown and Centenary Church in Erwin. Before he transferred to the Holston Conference he served as Chaplain in "C.C.C." for a few months.
On September 12, 1923 he was married to Miss Nell Robertson of Spartanburg, by the Reverend Henry Wade DuBose. Mrs. Sanders survives, residing in Spartanburg.
The foregoing bare record does not tell the story of Leslie Sanders. His life-story cannot be contained in a statistical record. It is written more deeply and subtly in something finer than a recital of dates and places.
He was a truly good man. Being a real pastor, the concern of his people was the deep concern of his heart. One of the finest qualities was sympathy, a fellow-feeling. He wept when his people hurt; he rejoiced with them in their joys. He never aspired to be anything but a pastor. He had a shepherd's heart.
He was a thoughtful student of the Bible and other great books. I knew his library. It was filled with good book. He was acquainted with the classics as well as current trends of thought. His philosophy of life was wholesomeness, thoroughly Christian. He was a preacher of unusual earnestness. He knew the needs of his people. He preached great truths of the Gospel. He held up Christ as the hope of the world, as the realization of life's finest ideals. He was evangelistic in the best sense of the word. All his sermons were delivered with earnest fervor. His appeal was to the intellect and the heart because he realized that the whole man must be converted, regenerated. So, he preached faith in Christ, repentance, a change of heart and mind. He preached regeneration. The atonement was a frequent subject.
He was a splendid husband. The devotion of "L.C." and "Nell" was something fine, deep and tender. He loved children and it was a great regret to him and Mrs. Sanders that no children came to their home. Their children were the people they served.
Leslie Sanders was a loyal friend. The writer had many occasions to realize and appreciate his friendship. I was his District Superintendent for three years. He was the pastor of my family. The Sanders were frequent visitors in my home. In my own time of sorrow, they were the very truest of friends; their home and hearts were open to me and I went many times. More than once we traveled the "hills of Holston" together, going to various meetings, and, now and then, just driving for relaxation. He conducted some of the Quarterly Meetings I was unable to attend. As we traveled through the valleys and over the mountains, we discussed the great issues and questions of the day or some passage of the Bible. We opened our hearts and minds to each other. We loved each other as brothers. He was an interesting raconteur, and his stories of people, places and events in his native State were most interesting. His stories were interspersed with bits of wit and humor. He could see and feel the incongruities of a situation. That ability helped him over many rough places in life.
Leslie Sanders was a good churchman and citizen. He was interested in the life of his community. As a pastor he got along well with his people. His gentle firmness allayed fears and mollified asperities. He could, as I observed more than once, take a firm stand on an issue and hold it to the end. He was not moved by whim or caprice, but by deep, honest convictions.
His work was not sensational, not spasmodic, but it was steady. It obtained abiding results. During his pastorate at Appalachia the church building was remodeled and a new Education Building erected. At first church in Morristown, he continued a most effective manner the work of raising funds for a new building which had been inaugurated by the Rev. Fynes B. Jackson, his predecessor. He threw himself into his work, his church, his Lord. He gave of his strength to such extent that he was compelled to as for the superannuate relationship at the age of fifty-three.
He spent several weeks in hospitals, undergoing major surgery and taking treatments. Upon his retirement in 1948, he went to Spartanburg and there he lived the last months with his books, his thoughts and in fellowship with God. It was hope that he might one day return to the pastorate. He was promoted to a pastorate in Heaven.
His interest in various activities of the Church never abated. The day before he passed to his heavenly home, he attended the morning and evening services at Bethel Church in Spartanburg. When he retired on Wednesday evening, November 16th, 1949 he seemed to be in better health than usual. His spirit was fine, but his body was tired. In the night he went to sleep. The next day he was in the better land.
He was my friend. I shall miss him. He made himself a part of the people who knew him. He made himself a part of me.
M.A. Stevenson
From the 1950 Holston Conference Journal
Leslie Calvin Sanders, son of William S. and Winnie Vaughn Sanders, was born in Union County, South Carolina, April 25, 1895. He died in Spartanburg, South Carolina on November 17, 1949. Funeral rites were conducted by the Rev. Wallace Fridy and the writer. He was buried in the cemetery at his home church, Foster Chapel, Kelton, South Carolina
Leslie Sanders was schooled at Spartan Academy, Wofford College, where he received the A.B. degree, and at the Candler School of Theology, Emory University. For two years he was head of the department of French at Porter Academy in South Carolina. In 1926 he joined the South Carolina Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, serving at North Charleston, Hemingway, Myrtle Beach, Georgetown and McClellanville. In 1936 he transferred to the Holston Conference, serving Springton, West Virginia, Assistant Pastor at Central Church in Knoxville, pastor at Appalachia, First Church Morristown and Centenary Church in Erwin. Before he transferred to the Holston Conference he served as Chaplain in "C.C.C." for a few months.
On September 12, 1923 he was married to Miss Nell Robertson of Spartanburg, by the Reverend Henry Wade DuBose. Mrs. Sanders survives, residing in Spartanburg.
The foregoing bare record does not tell the story of Leslie Sanders. His life-story cannot be contained in a statistical record. It is written more deeply and subtly in something finer than a recital of dates and places.
He was a truly good man. Being a real pastor, the concern of his people was the deep concern of his heart. One of the finest qualities was sympathy, a fellow-feeling. He wept when his people hurt; he rejoiced with them in their joys. He never aspired to be anything but a pastor. He had a shepherd's heart.
He was a thoughtful student of the Bible and other great books. I knew his library. It was filled with good book. He was acquainted with the classics as well as current trends of thought. His philosophy of life was wholesomeness, thoroughly Christian. He was a preacher of unusual earnestness. He knew the needs of his people. He preached great truths of the Gospel. He held up Christ as the hope of the world, as the realization of life's finest ideals. He was evangelistic in the best sense of the word. All his sermons were delivered with earnest fervor. His appeal was to the intellect and the heart because he realized that the whole man must be converted, regenerated. So, he preached faith in Christ, repentance, a change of heart and mind. He preached regeneration. The atonement was a frequent subject.
He was a splendid husband. The devotion of "L.C." and "Nell" was something fine, deep and tender. He loved children and it was a great regret to him and Mrs. Sanders that no children came to their home. Their children were the people they served.
Leslie Sanders was a loyal friend. The writer had many occasions to realize and appreciate his friendship. I was his District Superintendent for three years. He was the pastor of my family. The Sanders were frequent visitors in my home. In my own time of sorrow, they were the very truest of friends; their home and hearts were open to me and I went many times. More than once we traveled the "hills of Holston" together, going to various meetings, and, now and then, just driving for relaxation. He conducted some of the Quarterly Meetings I was unable to attend. As we traveled through the valleys and over the mountains, we discussed the great issues and questions of the day or some passage of the Bible. We opened our hearts and minds to each other. We loved each other as brothers. He was an interesting raconteur, and his stories of people, places and events in his native State were most interesting. His stories were interspersed with bits of wit and humor. He could see and feel the incongruities of a situation. That ability helped him over many rough places in life.
Leslie Sanders was a good churchman and citizen. He was interested in the life of his community. As a pastor he got along well with his people. His gentle firmness allayed fears and mollified asperities. He could, as I observed more than once, take a firm stand on an issue and hold it to the end. He was not moved by whim or caprice, but by deep, honest convictions.
His work was not sensational, not spasmodic, but it was steady. It obtained abiding results. During his pastorate at Appalachia the church building was remodeled and a new Education Building erected. At first church in Morristown, he continued a most effective manner the work of raising funds for a new building which had been inaugurated by the Rev. Fynes B. Jackson, his predecessor. He threw himself into his work, his church, his Lord. He gave of his strength to such extent that he was compelled to as for the superannuate relationship at the age of fifty-three.
He spent several weeks in hospitals, undergoing major surgery and taking treatments. Upon his retirement in 1948, he went to Spartanburg and there he lived the last months with his books, his thoughts and in fellowship with God. It was hope that he might one day return to the pastorate. He was promoted to a pastorate in Heaven.
His interest in various activities of the Church never abated. The day before he passed to his heavenly home, he attended the morning and evening services at Bethel Church in Spartanburg. When he retired on Wednesday evening, November 16th, 1949 he seemed to be in better health than usual. His spirit was fine, but his body was tired. In the night he went to sleep. The next day he was in the better land.
He was my friend. I shall miss him. He made himself a part of the people who knew him. He made himself a part of me.
M.A. Stevenson
Leslie Calvin Sanders, son of William S. and Winnie Vaughn Sanders, was born in Union County, South Carolina, April 25, 1895. He died in Spartanburg, South Carolina on November 17, 1949. Funeral rites were conducted by the Rev. Wallace Fridy and the writer. He was buried in the cemetery at his home church, Foster Chapel, Kelton, South Carolina
Leslie Sanders was schooled at Spartan Academy, Wofford College, where he received the A.B. degree, and at the Candler School of Theology, Emory University. For two years he was head of the department of French at Porter Academy in South Carolina. In 1926 he joined the South Carolina Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, serving at North Charleston, Hemingway, Myrtle Beach, Georgetown and McClellanville. In 1936 he transferred to the Holston Conference, serving Springton, West Virginia, Assistant Pastor at Central Church in Knoxville, pastor at Appalachia, First Church Morristown and Centenary Church in Erwin. Before he transferred to the Holston Conference he served as Chaplain in "C.C.C." for a few months.
On September 12, 1923 he was married to Miss Nell Robertson of Spartanburg, by the Reverend Henry Wade DuBose. Mrs. Sanders survives, residing in Spartanburg.
The foregoing bare record does not tell the story of Leslie Sanders. His life-story cannot be contained in a statistical record. It is written more deeply and subtly in something finer than a recital of dates and places.
He was a truly good man. Being a real pastor, the concern of his people was the deep concern of his heart. One of the finest qualities was sympathy, a fellow-feeling. He wept when his people hurt; he rejoiced with them in their joys. He never aspired to be anything but a pastor. He had a shepherd's heart.
He was a thoughtful student of the Bible and other great books. I knew his library. It was filled with good book. He was acquainted with the classics as well as current trends of thought. His philosophy of life was wholesomeness, thoroughly Christian. He was a preacher of unusual earnestness. He knew the needs of his people. He preached great truths of the Gospel. He held up Christ as the hope of the world, as the realization of life's finest ideals. He was evangelistic in the best sense of the word. All his sermons were delivered with earnest fervor. His appeal was to the intellect and the heart because he realized that the whole man must be converted, regenerated. So, he preached faith in Christ, repentance, a change of heart and mind. He preached regeneration. The atonement was a frequent subject.
He was a splendid husband. The devotion of "L.C." and "Nell" was something fine, deep and tender. He loved children and it was a great regret to him and Mrs. Sanders that no children came to their home. Their children were the people they served.
Leslie Sanders was a loyal friend. The writer had many occasions to realize and appreciate his friendship. I was his District Superintendent for three years. He was the pastor of my family. The Sanders were frequent visitors in my home. In my own time of sorrow, they were the very truest of friends; their home and hearts were open to me and I went many times. More than once we traveled the "hills of Holston" together, going to various meetings, and, now and then, just driving for relaxation. He conducted some of the Quarterly Meetings I was unable to attend. As we traveled through the valleys and over the mountains, we discussed the great issues and questions of the day or some passage of the Bible. We opened our hearts and minds to each other. We loved each other as brothers. He was an interesting raconteur, and his stories of people, places and events in his native State were most interesting. His stories were interspersed with bits of wit and humor. He could see and feel the incongruities of a situation. That ability helped him over many rough places in life.
Leslie Sanders was a good churchman and citizen. He was interested in the life of his community. As a pastor he got along well with his people. His gentle firmness allayed fears and mollified asperities. He could, as I observed more than once, take a firm stand on an issue and hold it to the end. He was not moved by whim or caprice, but by deep, honest convictions.
His work was not sensational, not spasmodic, but it was steady. It obtained abiding results. During his pastorate at Appalachia the church building was remodeled and a new Education Building erected. At first church in Morristown, he continued a most effective manner the work of raising funds for a new building which had been inaugurated by the Rev. Fynes B. Jackson, his predecessor. He threw himself into his work, his church, his Lord. He gave of his strength to such extent that he was compelled to as for the superannuate relationship at the age of fifty-three.
He spent several weeks in hospitals, undergoing major surgery and taking treatments. Upon his retirement in 1948, he went to Spartanburg and there he lived the last months with his books, his thoughts and in fellowship with God. It was hope that he might one day return to the pastorate. He was promoted to a pastorate in Heaven.
His interest in various activities of the Church never abated. The day before he passed to his heavenly home, he attended the morning and evening services at Bethel Church in Spartanburg. When he retired on Wednesday evening, November 16th, 1949 he seemed to be in better health than usual. His spirit was fine, but his body was tired. In the night he went to sleep. The next day he was in the better land.
He was my friend. I shall miss him. He made himself a part of the people who knew him. He made himself a part of me.
M.A. Stevenson
