Two Trees

By Curtis Ray Hafley

Two families planted two seeds.

The seeds grew and made two trees;

They were frail and weak and needed love;

They were watered and grew with help from above.

The years passed and the trees took their form,

Both growing strong, withstanding the storms,

Each guarding the other from the cold and wind,

Sharing the sunlight, the best of friends.

The trees grew so close together

That one couldn’t live without the other.

Their branches touched and their leaves grew;

Their trunks embraced and glistened in the dew.

The trees, they joined both body and branch,

Sharing all things on their own little ranch.

Together they stand, strong in the wind,

Neither allowing the other to break or bend.

You can see these two trees still standing strong,

Appearing as one after, 0, so long,

All because two families came to this place

And planted two seeds that time can ne’er erase.

Guardian of Truth XLI: 16 p. 11
August 21, 1997

From a Brother’s Memories Granville Washington Tyler

By S. Leonard Tyler

Granville’s Settling Down to Real Life

Granville completed his high school work at the Tallahatchie Agricultural High School at Charleston, Mississippi and entered David Lipscomb College at Nashville, Tennessee in the fall of 1932. He soon had his time filled with gospel meetings in Nashville and Hickman County, his home county. In 1934 he completed his work at David Lipscomb College and after his meetings that summer, moved to Russellville, Alabama to work with the Washington Avenue church until the fall of 1935. He enrolled at Harding College. These were very meaningful years in his life.

Frances Elliott, from Pine Bluff, Arkansas, was in her junior year when Granville arrived. They soon became friends. This friendship grew as the school years passed and Granville asked Frances to become his wife. She accepted before they graduated. Granville returned to Russellville, Alabama and took up his work with the Washington Avenue church until October. That was the month arranged for the wedding, and he returned to Pine Bluff, Arkansas, to claim his beloved bride.

October 26, 1937, in a beautiful home wedding of her parents (Dave and Addle Elliott) in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, Granville and Frances were joined together as husband and wife. Brother Dean Sears of Harding College read the touching and appropriate ceremony. They promised to love, honor, cherish, and to keep themselves to each other only, so long as they both shall live. Avanelle, her sister, was her bridesmaid and I stood as best man as they said their vows.

Granville and Frances, after a short honeymoon trip, returned to Russellville, Alabama and Granville assumed his work with his true helpmeet. They enjoyed their first work together, and no people could have been more helpful and encouraging. Four years flew rapidly by and the time came when the decision was make to move and work with the Central church in McMinnville, Tennessee. Brother T.Q. Martin, a well known gospel preacher, was retiring and planned to live there. He and Granville had much in common and worshiped and worked very cooperatively together. Granville was writing Bible study lessons, handing them out, having members fill in the proper answers, and then studying them together. I was in a meeting with the Eastside church in McMinnville; and we, Sammie Ruth and I, stayed with Granville and Frances during the meeting. Granville and I discussed the need for such lessons to be published and agreed that he had started already. We commented on the type of questions, and he began his work. He designed and published as the years went by and he used them first in a class himself. His lessons became very popular and sold well. They are challenging and test one’s interest and knowledge of the Bible and offering more.

It was also here on June 24, 1942 that Elliott, their only child was born. It was a momentous occasion and the joy characterizing their heart was inexpressible. In 1944 they moved to Chattanooga, Tennessee to work with the Red Bank church for two years. This was a good work and the church grew and enjoyed unity. However, in 1946 an invitation came from the Washington Avenue church in Russellville, Alabama, and they decided to return to Alabama for another stay  this time almost four years, from 1946-1950. The work with the Washington Avenue church was always fulfilling and profitable. They next went to Birmingham, Alabama and worked with the 77th Street church. Their stay in Birmingham was three years  1950-1953. I was with them in a meeting during this time. They left each place in peace and with precious memories and friends never forgotten. Birmingham was a typical example. Their next move was Pampa, Texas for one year, 1954-1955. The weather didn’t help. A very big dust storm blew in and almost covered them up. When Frances dug out, she was ready to go somewhere the dust didn’t blow. Added to this, the unity of understanding was lacking among some of them. Granville thought another preacher could do a better job than he at this time and place.

Their next move was to West Helena, Arkansas, 1955-1958, for a three-year period. This was a very harmonious effort together. It also put them closer to us. We lived in Pine Bluff. Granville conducted a meeting for us, and I preached in one for them while they lived in West Helena.

This was not a new experience for us. We often worked with one another in meetings wherever we lived. We had one meeting at Fairfield, Tennessee, Hickman County, a little north of Centerville on Highway 100 when he preached one night and I led the singing. The next night I preached and he led the singing. This was very enjoyable and profit-able to us.

In 1958 they moved to Decatur, Alabama to work with the Summerville Road church and forgot about moving. They lived and worked with the church for some eighteen or nineteen years. While living here, Frances taught school until she retired. Granville retired as local evangelist and went into “full time” meeting work. It is thought by some, that, perhaps, he held more meetings than any living preacher during his lifespan. He held some 21 or 22 meetings with the Market Street church in Athens, Alabama. Preaching and especially conducting meetings were his first love.

It is my firm conviction  Granville confidently under-stood, believed, and preached that everyone capable of circumstantiating their reasons and choices for their own behavior is obligated before God to do so. This is an innate and an awesome responsibility and liberty common to all of us. No one can shirk or shift these life and soul determining factors with impunity. Each individual must and will make his or her own determinations and follow them  God being the judge will pronounce the verdict.

Herein lies the answer, “Why was he so devout, emotional, and fervent in his preaching?” Granville truly believed the word of God to be the absolute rule of faith and practice. One must preach “what is revealed in his Word and leave the secret things to God.” Faith stands upon what is said and not in the unrevealed. One must never assume that he can with his imaginative, ingenious, and finite, humanistic mind fill in the blanks of divine knowledge.

Granville’s and Frances’ love always reached out to Elliott and when Kay became his wife, their love was freely and fully extended to her. When David and Derinda were born to Elliott and Kay, Granville and Frances could hardly contain themselves. They were “proud” grandparents until death summoned them home. However, Derinda became the magnet of her grandfather’s eye.

Elliott completed high school at Decatur and went to Harding College, Searcy, Arkansas for his degree. He received his Master’s degree in math from Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tennessee. He is at present serving as head of the Math Department at John C. Calhoun State Community College, Athens, Alabama.

One of the best choices Elliott made in life was when he and Kay were married. This enforced, seasoned, and settled him to accomplish his true purpose and design for life. Kay is a very faithful companion, wife, and mother. Her ability and energy seem almost unlimited. Granville and Frances could not have had a more sharing and caring daughter-in-law, and they both dearly loved her. She accepted the responsibility for Granville’s care when he became ill, even his book business. Granville’s confidence in Kay was ex-pressed to me on an occasion concerning his book business. He assured me, “Kay can handle it.”

David, their son, is happily married to Amy, a lovely young lady, deeply involved in journalism. David is approved as a medical student to enter the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville. Derinda is in her second year at David Lipscomb University and enjoying it.

Elliott and Kay were lovingly responsible for Granville during his illness. All of the family showed their love and respect to Granville as father, father-in-law, and grandfather. Granville could not have had a better nurse in charge than Kay. Elliott and Kay manifested great consideration to me when I visited with Granville while he was sick. They offered to all of us their greatest respect and consideration at his death. A warm family relationship has always existed between our families, and this same relationship is projected for the future.

Some Questions Answered

What motivated Granville to have a passionate desire to preach? I do not claim to have all the answers, but perhaps we can observe some fundamental influencing practices which afford well-hewn building stones for his desire. Parental example must have weighed heavily in molding the desire to serve the Lord. His grandparents on both sides were Christians and his parents regularly attended all the services of the church, sometimes traveling three or four miles in a two-horse wagon to get us there. Papa took an active part in the services and thanked God for the privilege of serving. The church and her purpose in the world was a pleasant subject of conversation in our home. They impressed God’s expectation of each member of his church to use his ability in serving the Lord. And when one gives his best effort, God gives his blessing.

Granville’s faith in and love for the Lord moved him to become a Christian early in life. He soon developed a desire to tell others about Jesus. He felt a responsibility for the lost and was convinced that their greatest need was the gospel of Christ. He also determined somewhat like Isaiah 6:8 expresses it, “Here am I; send me” and perceived that God expected him to take the gospel message to the lost. Thus he accepted the commission and faithfully and dutifully put himself to work. He preached for his own salvation while simultaneously seeking to touch the hearts of others and lead them to Christ. What motivated him to preach? His faith and love for the Lord and love and concern for the sinner. This motivated him to quit his job, go back to school and start preaching  not knowing what the future held, but believing the Lord was with him and that he was engaged in the greatest work on earth.

Why Was He Exemplified as a Preacher?

Let us accept the fact that he made an extraordinary impression as a young preacher. Why? Some factors are unknown but some are self-evident. He was the first young man, to my knowledge, in our community to manifest a real determining desire to preach, although there were, at that time, over fifty churches in Hickman County. Granville, some way, overcame the traditional barrier that only middle-and old-aged members should preach. However, a very short time after he began, several other young men started, of which I was one, some sixty-five years ago. I don’t know about the others but I often “light-heartedly” said, “I know, if he can preach, I can.” Maybe others really thought that, too. Nevertheless, he became an example that it could and should be done even by young men, and we followed his example.

He always manifested a humble, sincere conviction and devotion in his preaching There was not an arrogant molecule in his body. It was not just making a speech to him, but preaching the gospel of Christ as “the power of God unto salvation.” He spoke these things, exhorting and rebuking with biblical authority. He kept a sense of humor, an honest, loving feeling toward others, but a life committed to the Lord from his youth until pulmonary fibrosis, the sickness of death, took charge. This, I believe, helps answer the question of why he became exemplified as a gospel preacher and preached faithfully until death.

How Did He React to the Dividing Problems?

The institutional and centralized sponsoring church theories were soul searching, emotional problems which severed friendship, family, and even church relationships. The proponents of these ideas were persistent even to the dividing of the church of our Lord. The human reasoning faultily concluded: what the individual can do, the church can do. One group of elders stated, “If it is a good work, and we decide to do it, the church can do it.” Many radical statements, theories, and doctrines became alive and so definite that if one differed  no more fellowship. The orphan institutional home furnished the emotional feelings sufficiently to override biblical knowledge and sway the support. If and when one’s understanding of the Bible led him to conscientiously believe that the church could not do her work through a human institution, he was an “anti.” This meant to them that he was opposed to all these good works. If one believed and contended that the church of our Lord was sufficiently authorized, organized, and equipped to do whatsoever God commissioned her to do, that individual was marked as one refusing to do missionary and/or benevolent work. Granville notwithstanding believed, practiced, and taught that the church of our Lord was authorized, organized, and fully equipped to accomplish whatever God commissioned her to do. He believed the inspired word of God furnished the man of God completely unto every good work and that the doctrine of Christ is the absolute authority for the church. Therefore, one must have a “thus saith the Lord” for her worship and work. (See Eph.3:11, 20, 21; 4:16.)

Granville irrespectively stood upon the word of God in belief and practice. He had many meetings canceled and was falsely accused of having no love and cared not for “the poor little orphan children.” Regardless, Granville, in full consideration of what the Bible taught, stood unequivocally and faced the issues with conviction, confidence and love for the truth. He had absolute trust in God, his authority and power to accomplish his own purpose upon the earth in his own eternally planned and revealed way (1 Cor. 1:20-25, 29-31). Thus he stood assuredly, happily, and prayerfully praying, “Thy will be done,” and gave himself wholly to preaching the gospel.

Granville sincerely sought, in my judgment (without a brother’s prejudice, if possible), and accomplished the ad-monition, “Take heed to yourself and to the doctrine. Continue in them, for in doing this you save both yourself and those who hear you”(NKJV), God being the judge.

His appreciation and humility are shown in a letter writ-ten after the people of the church of Decatur gave him a birthday party. Brother Ken Mitchell wrote “A Tribute to Brother Granville Tyler.” His letter to me explains his attitude. He would gratefully say about the same of my memories and most likely would add  “Aww, Leonard!” Here is his letter:

Dear Leonard and Ruth,

Thought you might be interested in the poem read to me at the “Surprise Birthday Party” on Mon., Sept. 11. It was indeed a surprise when I walked in and 98 people started singing “Happy Birthday.” This took place at Cullmen. And being a little vain in my old age, I wanted you to see the poem.

I’m doing as well as common. Hope all goes well with you. Love,

Granville

Granville and Frances enjoyed a true loving companion-ship for fifty-seven years, three months and fourteen days from October 26, 1937 until February 10, 1995. Each felt a vital part of the other and shared all their joys, sorrows, disappointments, successes, and accomplishments in tears or smiles together. Frances was a true helpmeet to and for Granville, and he was a faithful and caring husband. Frances stood by him in his preaching and helped by teaching Bible classes. She was the teacher of a class at death. She welcomed their friends into their home and enjoyed “keeping” the preacher during meetings when she could. Frances was a very pleasant hostess.

Frances never tired of hearing Granville preach. Frankly speaking, she appeared to think Granville was the best preacher around. Granville’s jokes appeared to be new to her each time told and she often suggested some to narrate. Frances didn’t hesitate to let one know what she thought. She was genuinely Frances  and he dearly loved her until her departure Granville and Frances moved to Decatur, Alabama in 1958 and settled down for life. He was working with the Summerville Road church. Frances was soon employed by the Decatur Public School System as a teacher and she continued until retirement. Granville was the local preacher for the Summerville Road church for eighteen years and retired to conduct meetings. After retiring, they lived in Decatur for some nineteen years and worshiped with the Summerville Road church, taught Bible classes, and he preached as opportunities came. They loved the people at Summerville Road and continued with them until death called them home.

Granville and Frances ware married in a beautiful home wedding of her parents in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, October 26, 1937. Avanelle, her sister, (now Mrs. James Baird of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma), was her bridesmaid and I stood as the best man when they repeated their vows, “I will love, honor, cherish, care for you, and keep myself to you only, so long as we both shall live.” This was a joyful occasion to them and we welcomed them into our families with pleasure.

They shared this relationship for fifty-seven years, three months and fourteen days. On February 10, 1995, Frances was laid to rest and on April 16, 1996, Granville was laid by her side, just fourteen months and three days afterwards, in the Roselawn Cemetery in Decatur, Alabama. Avanelle Baird and I, with their loved ones and friends, stood by the grave side of each one, as we had done at their wedding as brother Charles Littrell closed the service with an expression often used by Granville at a funeral service. “Now we have gone as far as we can, let us pray” and God’s blessings were asked to be upon us as we of necessity committed Granville and Frances to his care. The necessity was we had to give them up, but consigning them to God gives the hope that we shall meet again. As we walked away, I thought, God keep you until we meet again with the Lord in the air so shall we forever be together with him.

I would like to express our appreciation to those who had a public part in the funeral services for Granville and Frances. Brother Irvin Himmel for the obituary and observations; brother Marvin Hale, a very close friend, for his heartfelt thoughts and leading two songs; brother AI Bowers for leading two hymns; brother Eugene Britnell who spoke of his memories, gave one of Granville’s outlines, “Paradoxes of Death,” and complimentary tribute; brother Ed Bragwell’s eulogy and a biographical listing from Granville’s personal notes with appreciative expressions. The service was closed with the song “Amazing Grace” and prayer. Brother Charles Littrell closed the services at the Roselawn Cemetery with appropriate comments and thoughts. He closed with a prayer. Brother Eugene Britnell and brother Ed Bragwell were friends of Granville and Frances from their youth. The services were planned by Granville and Frances to use the same personnel and were carried out as they requested. Allow me to say within this paragraph, for all of us to each of these men, “Thank you and Amen and Amen.”

Objection Raised To My Article:

James 5:16 In Modern Times

By Richard Boone

I was shocked; more than that, I was dumbfounded. A dear friend and brother in Christ wrote me a letter, but it wasn’t the kind of letter you enjoy receiving. He had a serious struggle  pornography. Daily fixes were so easy  a few strokes on the keyboard, a few clicks of a mouse, and the Internet brought it right to him.

He knew that he was willfully sinning against God. He repented daily, begging God’s forgiveness. He would be strong for a while, but with easy access he would yield to temptation again. He deleted his Internet connection from his hard drive, but that did not erase what he had done from his conscience or hide it from God.

There are several lessons here  the easy development of addictions, the power of pornography, the need for temperance, the dangers of various communications media, God’s forgiveness, self-forgiveness, etc. These aren’t my focus. Instead, ponder this statement from his letter: “I’m confessing fault, one to another, and asking you to pray for me fervently.” Enter James 5:16: “Confess your trespasses to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.”

A Sad Reality

If any phrase accurately describes the American mind set, I’m convinced it is “self-sufficient.” We are bombarded with this message, from our country’s proud history down to the present day; especially in the present day. “I don’t need anybody’s help; I can do this on my own!” Ever thought or heard that? Me, too.

This mind set has affected us spiritually. When we are struggling with a problem (and who doesn’t from time to time?), the usual reaction is to keep it to ourselves. This reluctance may stem from an over-estimation of self-sufficiency or from a desire not to burden others with our problems since they have their own to handle. The sad reality is that this self-sufficient mind set is so contrary to biblical teaching, specifically James 5:16.

James 5:16 Abused

Just like any other passage or topic, James 5:16 is abused. The principle of confessing faults one to another is taken to extremes by Catholicism through auricular confession to a priest. James 5:16 is part of their sup-port (?) for this practice. The Boston/ Crossroads movement among churches of Christ in the last 30 years uses James 5:16 as part of their justification (?) for Senior-Junior prayer partners. Young Christians are each assigned a partner; one with more Bible knowledge and life experience, to which he goes for instruction, counsel, and confession. Confession of sins is made to and through this partner. (The ultimate end of this is Catholicism’s auricular confession.) I do not agree with or advocate these abuses which destroy the purpose and practice of James 5:16.

James 5:16 In Context James 5:16 teaches the power of, thus encourages, prayer (see vv. 13-20). Neither in this context nor any other are the aforementioned concepts of auricular confession or prayer partners found. One underlying fact, however, promotes the proper under-standing and use of this passage. Without question, first-century Christians were much closer in spirit and action than we are generally now. That doesn’t mean there weren’t problems (i.e., Corinth), but overall this was not so, especially early on (Acts 2:41-47; 4:32-37; 6:1-7; etc.). A spirit pervaded them which often escapes us to our detriment. This closeness and openness is foundational to James 5:16. Without it we will not, in fact cannot, depend on one another as Christians ought to do.

James 5:16 Applied

The text says that we are to “confess” (freely, openly acknowledge; W.E. Vine, Expository Dictionary of New Testament Words, I:225) our faults to one another and pray for one another, yet this will not automatically happen. There must be mutual confidence and a sense of security between two or more people before faults, struggles, sins, etc., are confessed to each other. The following suggestions (not an exhaustive list) are offered as a good starting place to that end.

Genuine love  with all its attendant attitudes and actions  must mutually exist (1 Cor. 13:4-8). This love seeks to help another, not destroy them. This is the source from which all subsequent actions come.

Being a close friend is vital to having close friends (Phil. 2:3-4). We are most comfortable and confident with friends. In order to have a friend, make sure you are being a friend to others.

The ability to listen  not just hear  is a must (Jas. 1:19). There is a difference in hearing and listening. A good listener strives to properly understand the information he receives and view it from the other person’s perspective. Without this ability (it is a learned ability), no relationship can be strong.

One must be willing to help with a problem via feedback, encouragement, admonition, etc. (Rom. 12:18; 14:19). If you are unapproachable or unwilling to help others, then do not be surprised if no one ever approaches you for help.

Do not gossip about another person’s problems (Jas. 3:1-12). The quickest way to destroy a relationship and person is to spread by gossip what is learned about them. Trust is violated and destroyed. Others may need to know about a problem (i.e., elders, involved third parties, etc.), but to go beyond these is to sin, jeopardize others’ souls, and your own soul!

If it is a third-party problem, then encourage and assist those parties to meet personally and privately to settle the matter (Matt. 5:23-24).

Never receive or give negative feed-back about a third party when he or she is not present. Gossip is hereby squelched.

If sin is involved, encourage immediate repentance, confession, and correction as publicly as necessary (Acts 8:18-24; 1 John 1:9).

Conclusion

As Americans, we are not the close people we once were; as Christians we should always be. James 5:16, though abused, is a passage which so teaches. It was written for a good purpose. May God help us to better understand, appreciate, and practice it in these modem times.

Guardian of Truth XLI: 16 p. 10-11
August 21, 1997

Cecil Willis as a Preacher and Personal Friend

By James P. Needham

I appreciate the editor’s invitation to participate in a tribute to my good and long-time friend and brother, Cecil Willis.

How I Came to Know Cecil

I first heard of Cecil Willis about the time he finished Florida College. I first met him at the Wallace-Ketcherside debate in St. Louis, October 26-30, 1953, sponsored by the West End church. Cecil had just accepted the work at Irvington in Indianapolis in the heart of what was known as “Sommerism,” and the bailiwick of the late W.L. Tony. During the debate, day sessions were held at the building of the West End church at which various preachers were invited to speak. Steril Watson was the local preacher, and he and Totty were good friends, so naturally, he was one of the day speakers. In the course of Totty’s speech, he pounced upon Cecil with a vengeance, accusing him of compromising with Sommerism because he had accepted the work at Irvington which compromised with it. This was not unusual behavior for Totty. He had lived in Indianapolis for years, and saw a “Sommerite” or a Sommer sympathizer or compromiser in just about every pew and behind many pulpits. The only way to fight “Sommerism” according to Tony was to do it just like he did which was often mean spirited.

Cecil was a young preacher, fresh out of college at the time, but he handled himself admirably. He stood up in his place and told Totty and the audience that he was new to the area, and did not know the facts concerning what Totty had charged, but he intended to do what was right, and if he found any irregularities he would most certainly deal with them.

It would be several years before Cecil and I had any intimate contact or relationship. I would see him from time to time in meetings, or at the Florida College lectures. One could say we had a “passing acquaintance.” Our relation-ship grew closer in the early 1960s. The Taylor Boulevard church in Louisville had split over the institutional issues, and something over 200 brethren had separated from the liberal element and were meeting in the building at different times. The conservative brethren were trying to find a preacher to work with them. Cecil had been there to preach and had been invited to take the work, but had not decided to do so since he was not ready to leave Brown Street in Akron. He and I had lunch together at the Florida College lectures, and I told him that the elders had asked me to come and look at the work the next Sunday. He said he was not ready to move from Brown Street but he felt an obligation to move to Louisville and help there, but he said, “If you decide to go, I will be happy.” The rest is history. I decided to go and stayed almost nine years.

Some time later I was invited to hold a meeting at Brown Street in Akron. Bill Wallace came up from Indianapolis for the meeting. He and Cecil had recently taken over Truth Magazine. They had planned before hand to try to persuade me to become an associate editor and staff writer, which I did. This was the beginning of the development of one of the closest friendships my family ever had. Our families became very close. Cecil and I began working together in gospel meetings, debates, and other projects. We were often in each other’s homes. Cecil and I traveled together frequently. If he were in a meeting and it was convenient for me to do so, I would go and spend several days with him as we prepared debate notes, worked on books, or whatever. When I was in a meeting and it was convenient, he did the same.

Cecil always asked me to moderate for him in his de-bates, and to write introductions to his books. He placed me on a much higher pedestal than I ever thought I de-served. He once said I could help him answer an argument by just writing a word or two or a Scripture on a piece of paper. He and the Brown Street elders invited me twice to work with them, but I never accepted it because it would have necessitated my being gone from home even more than I was already. My children were young and the Expressway work was thriving, and I felt I should be at home more.

Cecil was a great fan of my preaching. He used to say, “Needham says more in his introductions than most preachers say in a whole sermon.” He always made me feel ten-feet tall, though I knew my stature was considerably less. I didn’t believe his evaluation of my talents as a preacher and writer, but I sure enjoyed hearing it!

Cecil and I enjoyed some good-natured verbal sparing. After hearing me preach once he came by me at the door and said, “Needham, you could have done worse if you had used more time.” There were also times when we disagreed. We sometimes engaged in vigorous discussions on various subjects. Neither of us held back, but contended earnestly for our point of view. I felt he got the best of the argument most of the time. He had a great mind, but al-ways put himself down. He used to say that if he ever had an original thought, his head would explode! He often quoted our mutual friend, Luther Blackmon, who said, “Originality is forgetting where you got it.”

Cecil as a Gospel Preacher

During the 1960s and 70s, we spent much time together. I heard him preach more than I heard any other man. I came to know him intimately. I knew how he thought, how he ate, and how he slept, or didn’t sleep! I was profoundly impressed with his work and study habits, and most of all, with his preaching and writing. I said to many people on many occasions that “Cecil Willis is the best preacher I know.” I said it because I meant it, and because it was true. His sermons were well thought out, well organized,filled with Scripture, and delivered with simplicity, conviction, power, and kindness. He immersed himself in his work as a preacher, editor, and student of the Word. He worked long hours and slept very little. His work was always on his mind. If he woke up at 3 A.M. and thought of something he needed to do, he would get out of bed and spend the rest of the night in his study. Cecil was an avid reader. He bought and read more books than any preacher I ever knew. He amassed a huge library.

We have all heard the old cliche about one’s “being married to his job.” I think this was true of Cecil. Perhaps to a fault. He worked hard in his local work, held many meetings, edited Truth Magazine, and engaged in debates. He was high strung and it seemed to become more and more difficult for him to relax. His zeal for the work of the Lord was consuming him, and it began to affect his health. He traveled too much, worked too hard, and paid a tremendous price for his lifestyle. He would be so keyed up at night that he suffered terrific headaches and would have to take medication to get any sleep at all. This took its toll. I often massaged his neck and would put it under tension as instructed by chiropractors to try to relieve his headaches.

“The Best of Times and the Worst of Times”

During the 1960s especially, the institutional and cooperative battles were being waged in almost every church. The air was charged with tension during gospel meetings as the two sides grappled with “the issues,” and much time would be spent in the pulpit and from house to house dealing with the problems. The future stand of many churches was being decided during these years. It was the best of times and the worst of times. It was the best of times in the sense that brethren were studying, thinking, and asking questions  doing more than just warming the pew. Many brethren were studying their Bibles with greater diligence than ever before. It was the worst of times because of the pressures and the tensions that one felt; the walls that were being built between brethren and families that had never been experienced before. Not only were churches divided, but also families and life-long friends. It was the worst of times because of the party spirit that was manifested by many. There were brethren on both sides who took a particular stand, not on the basis of what they had determined were scriptural principles, but because they liked or disliked the preacher or some brethren. There were cases where churches split, not over the issues, but over personalities, but the issues were used to cover up the real reason for the split. There were tensions that had built up among brethren over many years, and “the issues” simply gave them an excuse to divide, which they wanted to do any-way, but did not want to divide over personalities. Some brethren stayed with or went with a certain “side,” not out of scriptural conviction, but because of a sentimental attachment to the building or the brethren. Friendship and personality clashes often outweighed principle. The highest authority some needed for what they believed was that their favorite preacher believed it. Personal loyalties took precedence over love for truth. There were some brethren on both sides who couldn’t give one scriptural reason for the stand they took. I think this still is true of too many. It was the worst of times because of the misrepresentations, the ugly epithets thrown around, and the bitterness shown by many. There were ugly divisions, ungodly lawsuits, and locks changed on buildings to keep the other side out. There were public debates, some good and some not so good.

It was the worst of times because divisions sometimes occurred supposedly over the issues, when it really was over a power struggle within the church, and all-out effort to determine who was going to be the boss. This is clear now in hindsight, but undetectable at the time. Preachers, including Cecil and I, were sometimes used unwittingly as pawns in these power struggles, thinking all the time that we were helping the “sound” brethren salvage the congregation for truth. We were used and cast aside like a dirty shirt.

It was the best of times because we preached to spell-bound audiences who were trying to learn the principles for which we were contending and there were but few complaints about the length of the sermon. It was the best of times because preachers and brethren willingly made great sacrifices for the truth; were willing to pay any price to stay in the “straight and narrow” way.

Cecil and I and others went from one troubled church to another to help brethren who were trying to hold the line for truth. We traveled much, worked hard, often with little if any remuneration except what our home churches provided. During those years I worked with the Expressway church in Louisville, and the elders said take all the meetings you care to hold and help all the churches you can, we will take care of the work at home. That same sentiment prevailed in the Brown Street church and others.

Often gospel meetings were so filled with tension and so many people were wanting answers or wanting to argue against what was being preached that I used to say to my wife upon arriving home from gospel meetings, “I feel like a rabbit who has been chased and chewed on by a bunch of beagle hounds.” We earned our bread, what little there was, by the sweat of our faces! We fought the battles in the heat of the day!

Then and Now

It is amazing how times can change in the short span of one’s life. In those days preachers didn’t look upon them-selves as smooth talkers, pop psychologists, personal motivators, and self-improvement counselors; we were gospel preachers. We didn’t mount the pulpit to be harsh, unkind, or offensive, but neither did we preach just a positive gospel designed to make people feel good where they were by spewing forth psychobabble gleaned from Calvinian theologians and modem social gospelers, nor did we promote unity in diversity. We exposed error where it was found, and asked no quarter and gave none; we drew a line in the sand, as it were. We preached from open pulpits and invited our opposition to share it with us because we had conviction and were ready at all times to defend what we believed and were not afraid of what the opposition had to say. We refused to close the pulpits or the columns of our periodicals to those who disagreed. We said, “Put it on the table, and let’s see if it is true.” It was our philosophy that the more we rub the truth the brighter it shines, and it has nothing to fear from controversy.

Conclusion

Cecil Willis left his footprints on the sands of time. He has now fell on sleep and has been gathered to his people. His influence will long be felt among those who knew him and who will read his writings in ages to come. I never had a better friend, and though I had very little contact with him in his later years due to circumstances, his influence on my life and that of my family never ceased, and never will  his name remains a household word with us and with many brethren throughout the world. My family often says, “Cecil was my favorite.”

As in every case like this, we need to balance our eulogy with the common statement that Cecil, like the rest of us, was not perfect. He made mistakes but he loved God and his own soul enough that he was willing to admit his mistakes and correct them. We can only eulogize our friends, brethren and loved ones from our own knowledge and evaluations. We cannot know people’s hearts, and we must ever remember the God is their judge. With tears in my eyes as I write this, I say, “Farewell, old friend. We fought a good fight, we finished the course, we kept the faith, and we hope and pray that God will look favorably upon our efforts. It is certainly our hope and expectation that you are in a better world, but we are not. Without you and the thousands of other faithful soldiers of the cross who have stacked arms on the plains of eternity, this world has lost some of it’s beauty.”

In almost 50 years of preaching, like other preachers, I have buried many wonderful friends. As I have meditated upon that fact, I wrote a poem about it that seems appropriate just here. I would like to share it with you.

My Friends Are Dying

I see my friends are dying

along life’s rugged way;

I hear the bells a’tolling

I know just what they say.

They say I’m getting older

I’m moving toward the end.

There’s no promise of tomorrow,

Is the message that they send.

The plucking of each flower

For the Master’s great bouquet

Makes heaven ever sweeter

In my struggle every day.

I can see the end is nearing;

The clock of time is running down,

And I know that life is moving

To the place where God is found.

I know that soon I’ll answer

The bell that tolls for me,

And I shall set my sails

To cross death’s trackless sea.

I soon shall see my Maker

Who sits upon the throne;

I hope He bids me welcome

To my eternal home.

If I hear His blessed welcome

To that land that meeds to light

I shall live throughout the ages

With saints who triumphed in the fight.

James P. Needham, 1-8-80

When so many of our Mends from our generation are going the way of all the earth, it is reasonable to conclude that our time upon the earth cannot be long. I challenge you, kind reader, to give this some serious thought.

(Note: The sympathy of my family is extended to Cecil’s fine children: Steve, Dave, Brenda, and Ann. Also to Lewis, Mike, and Don, and the rest of the family whom I do not know personally. Our prayers are for and with you. jpn).

Guardian of Truth XLI: 15 p. 18-21
August 7, 1997