Perfect Peace; Letters-Memorial of the Late John Warren Howell (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847. Excerpt: ... had the services of Mr. Howell been needed here, they would have been secured. God has culled him hence, and for his own sake we ought to rejoice and give thanks. If his Christian pilgrimage was of short duration, it was distinctly marked by divine guidance, and by divine support. If the bud began at length to open which had been slowly forming during the several previous months, its rapid expansion into a flower of the loveliest hues and fragrance explicitly bespoke its heavenly culture. In his case there was no dubiety. We could not err in estimating the origin and the character of that change which his whole inner man underwent. It was none other than the Spirit of the living and the holy God who raised him up from the death of trespasses and sins unto newness of life. No other agency could have effected such deep conviction of guilt; such comprehensive knowledge of salvation; such humble, holy, and loving reliance on the Saviour of sinners; such patience, and resignation, and fortitude under bodily distress; and such mellowed ripeness for "the inheritance of the saints in light." On his account it would be wrong not to rejoice. Even the angels in heaven rejoice over every sinner who is brought to repentance, because his deliverance from sin and from Satan adds a fresh jewel to the Redeemer's crown, and opens up a new and everlasting source of glory to the God of all grace. Surely then, we, who are men upon earth, ought with still greater alacrity and ardour to swell the anthem of praise to redeeming love, and to rejoice over this our brother, who was lost and is found, who was dead and is alive; and who, though so soon removed from us, after having " passed from death unto life," has only left the imperfections of earth to enter into the joys of heave...