I have become enamored with how people pass from this life. One I can think of was Gladys Alward, Ah-wah-de, who died in her sleep with a new born at her side. She had taken in and cared for children all her life.
Today it is Robert Bruce.
Bruce came down to breakfast on the morning of his death. His daughter, Martha, was by his side and he enjoyed the meal. He suddenly cried: "Hold, daughter, hold; my Master calleth me." He asked that the Bible be brought, the large house Bible, but his sight failed him, adn he could not read. "Cast me up the 8th of Romans," cried he, and he repeated much of the latter portion of this scripture, till he came to the last two verses which he quoted. "Set my finger on these words," said the blind, dying man: "God be with you, my children. I have breakfasted with you, and shall sup with my Lord Jesus this night. I die believing in these words."
The scene reminds one of that last episode of the deathbed of Knox (John Knox), when he turned to his wife and siad: "Go read to me where first I cast anchor." It is well for a man to have some sure word of scripture by which he can live, and in the faith of which he may find it easier to die.
Four to five thousand mourners assembled to the funeral of Bruce. As did a mass of humanity send off John Knox. Both were great men of Scotland, of faith, and of valor for the Kingdom.
You see Robert Bruce succeeded Knox as minister of St Giles in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Knox is buried under parking spot #24 in the parking lot of St Giles. Bruce at the foot of the pulpit of his Larbert.
Friday, September 28, 2007
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