Lawrence Adams' newspaper obituary:
In Memory of Lawrence Adams
The God of Heaven has added another jewel to that innumerable host that awaits our coming. On January 18, 1922, God saw fit to call from our midst and his long suffering, Bro. Lawrence A. Adams who was in the bloom of life and the pride of his home. He was the eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. J.M. Adams; was born September 9, 1902, and at the age of 15 he made a bright profession in Christ and joined the Good Hope Baptist church where he remained a member until his death.
Besides his parents, he leaves one brother and one sister and a large host of relatives ande friends who will miss him sadly.
About two years ago the physicians pronounced Lawrence with that dreaded disease, tuberculosis. The following July he entered the State Sanitorium at Carlsbad, remainging in the west until last June when he realized he was fighting a losing battle. He returned home where his relatives and friends could be with him more.
It was a blessed privilege and joyous one for the writer to be associated with the deceased in his last hours. A few minutes before death came, and he was conscious up until the end, several stood around his bed doing all human hands knew to do. The pain ceased to rack his body for a moment; a smile of heavenly bliss came upon his face and he looked from one to the other and said, "Look!" His mother said, "What do you see darling?" He said, "Oh, Mother, I see the most beautiful things!" As we all burst forth in a flood of joyous tears mingled with those of sorrow he said, "Mother don't weep for me." Again the pain racked his body and in a short time death struck him. Then the pain ceased and as he breathed his last that pleasant, heavenly look seemed to be inviting us to follow him.
Can we weep? No we cannot afford to weep tears of sadness after that noble Christian spirit (shown in his life's suffering and in death) calling us on to a higher, nobler Christian life. Although his life was short and his suffering great, it was not in vain, for God has a purpose in it. I can already see part of that purpose as pertains to my own life and I pray that we may all ask God daily to reveal his purpose with us while we live in this world and as he does so, let us go forward and do our part and God's grace will sustain us to the end. A friend - B.C.B.
In Memory of Lawrence Adams
The God of Heaven has added another jewel to that innumerable host that awaits our coming. On January 18, 1922, God saw fit to call from our midst and his long suffering, Bro. Lawrence A. Adams who was in the bloom of life and the pride of his home. He was the eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. J.M. Adams; was born September 9, 1902, and at the age of 15 he made a bright profession in Christ and joined the Good Hope Baptist church where he remained a member until his death.
Besides his parents, he leaves one brother and one sister and a large host of relatives ande friends who will miss him sadly.
About two years ago the physicians pronounced Lawrence with that dreaded disease, tuberculosis. The following July he entered the State Sanitorium at Carlsbad, remainging in the west until last June when he realized he was fighting a losing battle. He returned home where his relatives and friends could be with him more.
It was a blessed privilege and joyous one for the writer to be associated with the deceased in his last hours. A few minutes before death came, and he was conscious up until the end, several stood around his bed doing all human hands knew to do. The pain ceased to rack his body for a moment; a smile of heavenly bliss came upon his face and he looked from one to the other and said, "Look!" His mother said, "What do you see darling?" He said, "Oh, Mother, I see the most beautiful things!" As we all burst forth in a flood of joyous tears mingled with those of sorrow he said, "Mother don't weep for me." Again the pain racked his body and in a short time death struck him. Then the pain ceased and as he breathed his last that pleasant, heavenly look seemed to be inviting us to follow him.
Can we weep? No we cannot afford to weep tears of sadness after that noble Christian spirit (shown in his life's suffering and in death) calling us on to a higher, nobler Christian life. Although his life was short and his suffering great, it was not in vain, for God has a purpose in it. I can already see part of that purpose as pertains to my own life and I pray that we may all ask God daily to reveal his purpose with us while we live in this world and as he does so, let us go forward and do our part and God's grace will sustain us to the end. A friend - B.C.B.
Lawrence Adams' newspaper obituary:
In Memory of Lawrence Adams
The God of Heaven has added another jewel to that innumerable host that awaits our coming. On January 18, 1922, God saw fit to call from our midst and his long suffering, Bro. Lawrence A. Adams who was in the bloom of life and the pride of his home. He was the eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. J.M. Adams; was born September 9, 1902, and at the age of 15 he made a bright profession in Christ and joined the Good Hope Baptist church where he remained a member until his death.
Besides his parents, he leaves one brother and one sister and a large host of relatives ande friends who will miss him sadly.
About two years ago the physicians pronounced Lawrence with that dreaded disease, tuberculosis. The following July he entered the State Sanitorium at Carlsbad, remainging in the west until last June when he realized he was fighting a losing battle. He returned home where his relatives and friends could be with him more.
It was a blessed privilege and joyous one for the writer to be associated with the deceased in his last hours. A few minutes before death came, and he was conscious up until the end, several stood around his bed doing all human hands knew to do. The pain ceased to rack his body for a moment; a smile of heavenly bliss came upon his face and he looked from one to the other and said, "Look!" His mother said, "What do you see darling?" He said, "Oh, Mother, I see the most beautiful things!" As we all burst forth in a flood of joyous tears mingled with those of sorrow he said, "Mother don't weep for me." Again the pain racked his body and in a short time death struck him. Then the pain ceased and as he breathed his last that pleasant, heavenly look seemed to be inviting us to follow him.
Can we weep? No we cannot afford to weep tears of sadness after that noble Christian spirit (shown in his life's suffering and in death) calling us on to a higher, nobler Christian life. Although his life was short and his suffering great, it was not in vain, for God has a purpose in it. I can already see part of that purpose as pertains to my own life and I pray that we may all ask God daily to reveal his purpose with us while we live in this world and as he does so, let us go forward and do our part and God's grace will sustain us to the end. A friend - B.C.B.
In Memory of Lawrence Adams
The God of Heaven has added another jewel to that innumerable host that awaits our coming. On January 18, 1922, God saw fit to call from our midst and his long suffering, Bro. Lawrence A. Adams who was in the bloom of life and the pride of his home. He was the eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. J.M. Adams; was born September 9, 1902, and at the age of 15 he made a bright profession in Christ and joined the Good Hope Baptist church where he remained a member until his death.
Besides his parents, he leaves one brother and one sister and a large host of relatives ande friends who will miss him sadly.
About two years ago the physicians pronounced Lawrence with that dreaded disease, tuberculosis. The following July he entered the State Sanitorium at Carlsbad, remainging in the west until last June when he realized he was fighting a losing battle. He returned home where his relatives and friends could be with him more.
It was a blessed privilege and joyous one for the writer to be associated with the deceased in his last hours. A few minutes before death came, and he was conscious up until the end, several stood around his bed doing all human hands knew to do. The pain ceased to rack his body for a moment; a smile of heavenly bliss came upon his face and he looked from one to the other and said, "Look!" His mother said, "What do you see darling?" He said, "Oh, Mother, I see the most beautiful things!" As we all burst forth in a flood of joyous tears mingled with those of sorrow he said, "Mother don't weep for me." Again the pain racked his body and in a short time death struck him. Then the pain ceased and as he breathed his last that pleasant, heavenly look seemed to be inviting us to follow him.
Can we weep? No we cannot afford to weep tears of sadness after that noble Christian spirit (shown in his life's suffering and in death) calling us on to a higher, nobler Christian life. Although his life was short and his suffering great, it was not in vain, for God has a purpose in it. I can already see part of that purpose as pertains to my own life and I pray that we may all ask God daily to reveal his purpose with us while we live in this world and as he does so, let us go forward and do our part and God's grace will sustain us to the end. A friend - B.C.B.
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