in the sight of God. With what eagerness he sought to lead God’s people into the fullness of the blessed life in Christ, dreading their remaining satisfied with anything short of the abundant, overflowing life that filled his own soul. He was greatly blessed in leading Christians out into the service of Christ. He never urged them to be that which he was not, or to do that which he did not. He led the way.
HIS PASSION FOR SOULS
Our beloved brother possessed a consuming zeal for souls. This was really the outstanding feature of his consecrated life. He seemed to be unable to live without souls being won to Christ. Souls! Souls!! Souls!!! colored his whole life.
He was loyal to God’s Word. He never descended into the questionable paths of higher criticism. To him, it was God’s Word.
He was most intolerant with regard to some of the modern methods of doing Christian work. To him, it was a little short of blasphemy to offer dying men entertainments and amusement instead of the glorious gospel that brings salvation to all men. His own work was a living example of what the gospel alone can accomplish.
COME UP HIGHER
Being a great blessing to the Moody Church, he was invited to return for a second mission, and on his way there, Christ came to him and said, “Come up higher.” What a meeting with his Lord! I am intensely curious to know how he acted in the closing moments of his life. Would he not, as was his wont, be drying the tear away, comforting, and helping till the last moment of his life? Would he not in the midst of that panic-stricken mass of drowning men, women, and children be pointing them to the Cross, and thus as he lived, die with that one name upon his lips—Jesus! Jesus!! Jesus!!! ?
Photo of Pastor A. Moncur Niblock
CHAPTER 6
THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER
Tribute by Pastor A.M. Niblock,
Delivered at Walworth Road Baptist Church, London
There was only one John Harper,
And there will never be another,
No one will ever fill his place.
He has gone; we are left, left! For what?
To weep and allow
Our hands to hang down?
No, surely not!
But to work, to watch, to wait,
To preach Christ and Him crucified,
And thus to save those who are crying out
To us, “Save our souls.”
IT IS WITH INDESCRIBABLE FEELINGS that I stand here this morning. The great calamity that has fallen upon us, in the loss of our beloved pastor, the Reverend John Harper, has plunged us into a pathless darkness from which for the moment our hearts and minds cannot find a way out. Last Monday evening, we went from the prayer meeting to our homes full of praise to God for the preservation of our beloved friend.
THE FAILED PROMISE OF AN UNSINKABLE SHIP
The newspapers told us he was upon an unsinkable ship, that all was safe, and that there was no need to fear. Alas! Man’s word is not like God’s Word—immutable, unchanging, and sure. Neither are man’s works like God’s, for both words and works have failed, as has been seen in this sad disaster. The ship was sinkable. She sank. And with her went down into the dark deep the body of him whom we loved so well, but, praise God, we know he himself has gone home to be with the Lord.
We have suffered a great loss, and not only we, but the entire church of God—a loss that cannot be replaced. There was only one John Harper, and there will never be another; no one will ever fill his place. He has gone; we are left, left! For what? To weep and allow our hands to hang down? No, surely not! but to work, to watch, to wait, to preach Christ and Him crucified, and thus to save those who are crying out to us, “Save our souls.”
My heart sympathizes with yours. Yes, we are suffering together, and God only knows the extent of the void that is in your hearts this morning.
OUR FURNACE OF AFFLICTION
God loves this church. He honored it by giving for a season this man of prayer to lead it into the green pastures of truth and to the quiet waters of communion with God.
HIS PASSION FOR SOULS
Our beloved brother possessed a consuming zeal for souls. This was really the outstanding feature of his consecrated life. He seemed to be unable to live without souls being won to Christ. Souls! Souls!! Souls!!! colored his whole life.
He was loyal to God’s Word. He never descended into the questionable paths of higher criticism. To him, it was God’s Word.
He was most intolerant with regard to some of the modern methods of doing Christian work. To him, it was a little short of blasphemy to offer dying men entertainments and amusement instead of the glorious gospel that brings salvation to all men. His own work was a living example of what the gospel alone can accomplish.
COME UP HIGHER
Being a great blessing to the Moody Church, he was invited to return for a second mission, and on his way there, Christ came to him and said, “Come up higher.” What a meeting with his Lord! I am intensely curious to know how he acted in the closing moments of his life. Would he not, as was his wont, be drying the tear away, comforting, and helping till the last moment of his life? Would he not in the midst of that panic-stricken mass of drowning men, women, and children be pointing them to the Cross, and thus as he lived, die with that one name upon his lips—Jesus! Jesus!! Jesus!!! ?
Photo of Pastor A. Moncur Niblock
CHAPTER 6
THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER
Tribute by Pastor A.M. Niblock,
Delivered at Walworth Road Baptist Church, London
There was only one John Harper,
And there will never be another,
No one will ever fill his place.
He has gone; we are left, left! For what?
To weep and allow
Our hands to hang down?
No, surely not!
But to work, to watch, to wait,
To preach Christ and Him crucified,
And thus to save those who are crying out
To us, “Save our souls.”
IT IS WITH INDESCRIBABLE FEELINGS that I stand here this morning. The great calamity that has fallen upon us, in the loss of our beloved pastor, the Reverend John Harper, has plunged us into a pathless darkness from which for the moment our hearts and minds cannot find a way out. Last Monday evening, we went from the prayer meeting to our homes full of praise to God for the preservation of our beloved friend.
THE FAILED PROMISE OF AN UNSINKABLE SHIP
The newspapers told us he was upon an unsinkable ship, that all was safe, and that there was no need to fear. Alas! Man’s word is not like God’s Word—immutable, unchanging, and sure. Neither are man’s works like God’s, for both words and works have failed, as has been seen in this sad disaster. The ship was sinkable. She sank. And with her went down into the dark deep the body of him whom we loved so well, but, praise God, we know he himself has gone home to be with the Lord.
We have suffered a great loss, and not only we, but the entire church of God—a loss that cannot be replaced. There was only one John Harper, and there will never be another; no one will ever fill his place. He has gone; we are left, left! For what? To weep and allow our hands to hang down? No, surely not! but to work, to watch, to wait, to preach Christ and Him crucified, and thus to save those who are crying out to us, “Save our souls.”
My heart sympathizes with yours. Yes, we are suffering together, and God only knows the extent of the void that is in your hearts this morning.
OUR FURNACE OF AFFLICTION
God loves this church. He honored it by giving for a season this man of prayer to lead it into the green pastures of truth and to the quiet waters of communion with God.
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