Preacher and father of E. R. Harper.
MY FATHER'S PASSING
(E. R. Harper)
Dear Brethren: Thursday, March 25, 1943, I gave up one of the dearest and finest men on earth. It was my father. He took ill January 22 at his home in Conway, Arkansas. It was my privilege to be with him almost day and night until his passing. We did all that it was humanly possible for loved ones to do and yet he went on. He passed away at my home here in Little Rock. He was 70 years old on Tuesday before his passing Thursday. He loved the world and thought it beautiful. He was a happy man. No man every spoke to him without being greeted with a smile. His troubles were his own, not yours. He died of paralysis. My father was one time the leader of the Baptist Church at Enola, Arkansas. Brother J. C. Dawson converted him to the truth and baptized him and for 35 years he has been preaching the Gospel that he one time tried to destroy, and no man ever called in question his loyalty to the truth of God's word. For that one thing I am eternally grateful. He served as County and Probate Judge of Faulkner County for 10 years; was minister of the church in Conway for five years, was preaching regularly every Sunday when he passed away, and was Assistant Supervisor to the Corporation Commission under Governor Adkins here in Arkansas at his death. He died working. He is survived by my mother and four of us boys. I am happy to say that no four boys ever had a sweeter mother and we thank God she is with us and we pledge to her now that we shall do our best to make her life happy in the midst of sorrow. I am glad to be able to say that no man ever had three finer brothers than have I. I was proud to be the son of W. M. Harper of Conway, Arkansas; I am glad to be the son of Mrs. W. M. Harper who still lives, and I count it an honor to be a brother to three of the finest men that I have ever known. These men are Carthal, Sam and Cleddie Harper. My oldest brother is stationed at Trinidad and was not permitted to be with us at the funeral but arrived in time to see the body. My baby brother leaves soon for duty with the American Air Force. May God help them and may they safely return is my prayer. I shall miss my father as but few men ever did. I felt toward my father, after 45 years on this earth with him, just like I did the first time I can remember him. When he was there the world was there, and I was as happy as a child listening to his father tell him bedtime stories. I loved my father with a devotion that was more than love, it was akin to "divine worship." I would have turned him down for the truth of my Lord, but the love I had for him was very close to that I have for my Lord and I do not mean to minimize my love for my Saviour for it "always" comes "first" in my life. But next to it was my devotion to my father and mother. I look away to the resurrection when out of that grave he shall come and we together will go marching into that land of eternal day. That marching can't come too soon for me. I want to live here with my family and help them and preach the gospel as long as the Lord's goodness shall let me but I also want to go home to meet my father who sleeps tonight in the heart of the earth. We could look up to him and in death we could hold our heads up and walk with pride before his friends who gathered to say good-by. Services were conducted by Brother J. C. Dawson and Bernice Hogan, both of Conway, Arkansas. His body was carried to its final resting place by us, his four sons. We did all for him here we could and finally laid him to rest in Conway, Arkansas. We need your prayers for we want to meet him and go home to dwell with our Saviour forever and ever. ---Gospel Light, May 13, 1943, p. 7.
MY FATHER'S PASSING
(E. R. Harper)
Dear Brethren: Thursday, March 25, 1943, I gave up one of the dearest and finest men on earth. It was my father. He took ill January 22 at his home in Conway, Arkansas. It was my privilege to be with him almost day and night until his passing. We did all that it was humanly possible for loved ones to do and yet he went on. He passed away at my home here in Little Rock. He was 70 years old on Tuesday before his passing Thursday. He loved the world and thought it beautiful. He was a happy man. No man every spoke to him without being greeted with a smile. His troubles were his own, not yours. He died of paralysis. My father was one time the leader of the Baptist Church at Enola, Arkansas. Brother J. C. Dawson converted him to the truth and baptized him and for 35 years he has been preaching the Gospel that he one time tried to destroy, and no man ever called in question his loyalty to the truth of God's word. For that one thing I am eternally grateful. He served as County and Probate Judge of Faulkner County for 10 years; was minister of the church in Conway for five years, was preaching regularly every Sunday when he passed away, and was Assistant Supervisor to the Corporation Commission under Governor Adkins here in Arkansas at his death. He died working. He is survived by my mother and four of us boys. I am happy to say that no four boys ever had a sweeter mother and we thank God she is with us and we pledge to her now that we shall do our best to make her life happy in the midst of sorrow. I am glad to be able to say that no man ever had three finer brothers than have I. I was proud to be the son of W. M. Harper of Conway, Arkansas; I am glad to be the son of Mrs. W. M. Harper who still lives, and I count it an honor to be a brother to three of the finest men that I have ever known. These men are Carthal, Sam and Cleddie Harper. My oldest brother is stationed at Trinidad and was not permitted to be with us at the funeral but arrived in time to see the body. My baby brother leaves soon for duty with the American Air Force. May God help them and may they safely return is my prayer. I shall miss my father as but few men ever did. I felt toward my father, after 45 years on this earth with him, just like I did the first time I can remember him. When he was there the world was there, and I was as happy as a child listening to his father tell him bedtime stories. I loved my father with a devotion that was more than love, it was akin to "divine worship." I would have turned him down for the truth of my Lord, but the love I had for him was very close to that I have for my Lord and I do not mean to minimize my love for my Saviour for it "always" comes "first" in my life. But next to it was my devotion to my father and mother. I look away to the resurrection when out of that grave he shall come and we together will go marching into that land of eternal day. That marching can't come too soon for me. I want to live here with my family and help them and preach the gospel as long as the Lord's goodness shall let me but I also want to go home to meet my father who sleeps tonight in the heart of the earth. We could look up to him and in death we could hold our heads up and walk with pride before his friends who gathered to say good-by. Services were conducted by Brother J. C. Dawson and Bernice Hogan, both of Conway, Arkansas. His body was carried to its final resting place by us, his four sons. We did all for him here we could and finally laid him to rest in Conway, Arkansas. We need your prayers for we want to meet him and go home to dwell with our Saviour forever and ever. ---Gospel Light, May 13, 1943, p. 7.
Preacher and father of E. R. Harper.
MY FATHER'S PASSING
(E. R. Harper)
Dear Brethren: Thursday, March 25, 1943, I gave up one of the dearest and finest men on earth. It was my father. He took ill January 22 at his home in Conway, Arkansas. It was my privilege to be with him almost day and night until his passing. We did all that it was humanly possible for loved ones to do and yet he went on. He passed away at my home here in Little Rock. He was 70 years old on Tuesday before his passing Thursday. He loved the world and thought it beautiful. He was a happy man. No man every spoke to him without being greeted with a smile. His troubles were his own, not yours. He died of paralysis. My father was one time the leader of the Baptist Church at Enola, Arkansas. Brother J. C. Dawson converted him to the truth and baptized him and for 35 years he has been preaching the Gospel that he one time tried to destroy, and no man ever called in question his loyalty to the truth of God's word. For that one thing I am eternally grateful. He served as County and Probate Judge of Faulkner County for 10 years; was minister of the church in Conway for five years, was preaching regularly every Sunday when he passed away, and was Assistant Supervisor to the Corporation Commission under Governor Adkins here in Arkansas at his death. He died working. He is survived by my mother and four of us boys. I am happy to say that no four boys ever had a sweeter mother and we thank God she is with us and we pledge to her now that we shall do our best to make her life happy in the midst of sorrow. I am glad to be able to say that no man ever had three finer brothers than have I. I was proud to be the son of W. M. Harper of Conway, Arkansas; I am glad to be the son of Mrs. W. M. Harper who still lives, and I count it an honor to be a brother to three of the finest men that I have ever known. These men are Carthal, Sam and Cleddie Harper. My oldest brother is stationed at Trinidad and was not permitted to be with us at the funeral but arrived in time to see the body. My baby brother leaves soon for duty with the American Air Force. May God help them and may they safely return is my prayer. I shall miss my father as but few men ever did. I felt toward my father, after 45 years on this earth with him, just like I did the first time I can remember him. When he was there the world was there, and I was as happy as a child listening to his father tell him bedtime stories. I loved my father with a devotion that was more than love, it was akin to "divine worship." I would have turned him down for the truth of my Lord, but the love I had for him was very close to that I have for my Lord and I do not mean to minimize my love for my Saviour for it "always" comes "first" in my life. But next to it was my devotion to my father and mother. I look away to the resurrection when out of that grave he shall come and we together will go marching into that land of eternal day. That marching can't come too soon for me. I want to live here with my family and help them and preach the gospel as long as the Lord's goodness shall let me but I also want to go home to meet my father who sleeps tonight in the heart of the earth. We could look up to him and in death we could hold our heads up and walk with pride before his friends who gathered to say good-by. Services were conducted by Brother J. C. Dawson and Bernice Hogan, both of Conway, Arkansas. His body was carried to its final resting place by us, his four sons. We did all for him here we could and finally laid him to rest in Conway, Arkansas. We need your prayers for we want to meet him and go home to dwell with our Saviour forever and ever. ---Gospel Light, May 13, 1943, p. 7.
MY FATHER'S PASSING
(E. R. Harper)
Dear Brethren: Thursday, March 25, 1943, I gave up one of the dearest and finest men on earth. It was my father. He took ill January 22 at his home in Conway, Arkansas. It was my privilege to be with him almost day and night until his passing. We did all that it was humanly possible for loved ones to do and yet he went on. He passed away at my home here in Little Rock. He was 70 years old on Tuesday before his passing Thursday. He loved the world and thought it beautiful. He was a happy man. No man every spoke to him without being greeted with a smile. His troubles were his own, not yours. He died of paralysis. My father was one time the leader of the Baptist Church at Enola, Arkansas. Brother J. C. Dawson converted him to the truth and baptized him and for 35 years he has been preaching the Gospel that he one time tried to destroy, and no man ever called in question his loyalty to the truth of God's word. For that one thing I am eternally grateful. He served as County and Probate Judge of Faulkner County for 10 years; was minister of the church in Conway for five years, was preaching regularly every Sunday when he passed away, and was Assistant Supervisor to the Corporation Commission under Governor Adkins here in Arkansas at his death. He died working. He is survived by my mother and four of us boys. I am happy to say that no four boys ever had a sweeter mother and we thank God she is with us and we pledge to her now that we shall do our best to make her life happy in the midst of sorrow. I am glad to be able to say that no man ever had three finer brothers than have I. I was proud to be the son of W. M. Harper of Conway, Arkansas; I am glad to be the son of Mrs. W. M. Harper who still lives, and I count it an honor to be a brother to three of the finest men that I have ever known. These men are Carthal, Sam and Cleddie Harper. My oldest brother is stationed at Trinidad and was not permitted to be with us at the funeral but arrived in time to see the body. My baby brother leaves soon for duty with the American Air Force. May God help them and may they safely return is my prayer. I shall miss my father as but few men ever did. I felt toward my father, after 45 years on this earth with him, just like I did the first time I can remember him. When he was there the world was there, and I was as happy as a child listening to his father tell him bedtime stories. I loved my father with a devotion that was more than love, it was akin to "divine worship." I would have turned him down for the truth of my Lord, but the love I had for him was very close to that I have for my Lord and I do not mean to minimize my love for my Saviour for it "always" comes "first" in my life. But next to it was my devotion to my father and mother. I look away to the resurrection when out of that grave he shall come and we together will go marching into that land of eternal day. That marching can't come too soon for me. I want to live here with my family and help them and preach the gospel as long as the Lord's goodness shall let me but I also want to go home to meet my father who sleeps tonight in the heart of the earth. We could look up to him and in death we could hold our heads up and walk with pride before his friends who gathered to say good-by. Services were conducted by Brother J. C. Dawson and Bernice Hogan, both of Conway, Arkansas. His body was carried to its final resting place by us, his four sons. We did all for him here we could and finally laid him to rest in Conway, Arkansas. We need your prayers for we want to meet him and go home to dwell with our Saviour forever and ever. ---Gospel Light, May 13, 1943, p. 7.
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JUDGE W.M. HARPER
March 23, 1873
March 25, 1943
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