A Sweet Savor Contact Miscellaneous Audio Messages Penmen

Poca, W. Va., May 22, 1919.

DEAR BROTHER FENTON: – My heart is aching yet over my failure to visit you dear people, but my health was not sufficient for me to make the trip. I should have written brother Jeff Mellott, but flattered myself with the idea that I might be able to go until two days before the meeting, when I had to give up all hope. Now, my brother, I cannot be with you dear people as soon as you have requested. Our communion meeting is the first Sunday and Saturday before in June, and I am compelled to be there; that is with my home church, called Hopewell. I want to try and visit you some time this summer, but cannot set any time yet. We want you to be at our association the second Sunday in September, commencing on Friday before. I hope you may be spared long to cry aloud and spare not. O how I long to hear that voice again declaring the glorious gospel of the Son of God. I hope you will pardon me for not writing you sooner. May the God of peace and love be with you in all of your deliberations.

It seems that I cannot quit. I would like to write you a long, interesting letter, but am not prepared to do so, neither can I prepare myself for the task. I am poor as to the goods of this world, yet I hope that I am rich in faith and an heir of the kingdom. There is that which maketh himself rich, yet hath nothing. They are the people whose eyes stand out with fatness. They claim to know that they have religion, and that they are bound for heaven; hence it is that they are living without hope and without God, having no grace, making themselves rich, yet have nothing. There is that which maketh himself poor, yet hath great riches. The foxes have holes, the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. God’s people are a poor and afflicted people, poor in spirit; though they may be well to do in the goods of this world, they are needy creatures. God, be merciful to me, a sinner, is the cry of the poor trembling child of God, a beggar for mercy when at the throne of grace. As poor as they may feel to be, their hope in Christ is worth ten thousand worlds like this. Its worth to a child of God cannot be estimated. Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God, who made heaven and earth, the sea and all that therein is, who keepeth truth forever.

From your old sinful brother,
J. W. McCLANAHAN.

Signs of the Times
Volume 87, No. 24
December 15, 1919