Simpson College - Zenith Yearbook (Indianola, IA)

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Goldthwaite in the Boone Daily News. HE triumphs of Joseph Benson Harris—and he had many—were as dross to him compared with the helping of some benighted spirit to the light. None were so low that they did not receive his earnest solicitude, none so ill-clad or sodden as to forfeit his winning smile and hearty handshake. This attribute was truly divine, for it renounced self utterly in the overmastering desire to do good. He always fought sin, but never the sinner. Large hearted and solicitous, his constant motto seemed to be, “Neither do I condemn thee: go and sin no more.’’ Good fellowship he possessed to a remarkable degree. His religion was deep and abiding, but brought with it no austerity. He could laugh and joke—and he was the prince of toast-masters—without detracting from the dignity of the cloth. His fund of humor was inexhaustible, but it was always of the wholesome kind. There was no prudishness in his character, but even in his promotion of social merriment there lurked the call to righteousness. It was his example which spoke louder than his words. If to fight a good fight and keep the faith profit nothing, then the whole plan of the universe is haphazard, and there is no consolation, but if this life goes on in example, influencing many other lives to like attainments, the moral career of Joseph Benson Harris has been glorious, and death is swallowed up in victory.

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The people show their affection. I would rather have that than what Carnegie has. The affection of the people is the greatest reward.” After prayer, during which he responded with earnest Amens, we clasped hands for the last Good Bye. With countenance all radiant, with that rare old smile, pointing with his left hand while his right held mine, he said, ‘‘Heaven seems a great reality, just a crossing over.” Asked if he had a message for his brethren he said: ‘‘You may tell them that Christ never seemed so real, nor brotherly love so precious as now.” Three weeks later his spirit, gentle, pure, and strong, took its flight to the realms of endless day. On the occasion of his funeral in the large church at Boone, where he was completing his fifth year as pastor, the great building was filled. Over thirty members of the conference were on the platform, the business houses were closed, and the schools dismissed. The United States Secretary of the Treasury, Leslie M. Shaw, and his wife, who had been under the pastorate of Brother Harris for five years at Denison, and had known him for fifteen years, came from Washington to attend the funeral. The words of Secretary Shaw fitly described the influence of the dead Pastor’s character and work when he said in concluding,— ‘‘I have known more profound scholars, I have heard greater preachers as the world counts greatness of preaching; but in the pulpit, as well as out of it, and out of it as well as in it, for 365 days of the year, and for five years at a stretch, Rev. J. B. Harris was the best preacher it was my privilege to hear consecutively or to observe intimately.”

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