. Le Saturday Evening Post. et demandes de lui aboutthis. Vous ne pouvez pas approuver de tout ce qu'un homme bon ne,mais s'il était gratifiant ses convertis ouvertement, ce que je sais, c'est pourquoi wantto Henry Thompson n'a pas obtenu l'un des thesespoons. Il a été converti. Il est devenu une greatpreacher et semble ne jamais avoir oublié le narrowescape qu'il avait de la damnation. Il semble toujours avoir prêché avec un charbon de feu dans sa bouche. L'textof ce vieux sermon était, l'âme qui pèche, c'shallsurely mourir. Et c'était un chef-d'thegospel de souffre. Il y a aussi beaucoup de Williams meilleur ce sermonsin bo

• Contributeur: The Reading Room / Alamy Banque D'Images
• ID de l’image: 2AFR915
• Taille du fichier: 7,1 MB (501 KB Téléchargement compressé)
• Autorisations: Modèle - non | Propriété - non
• Dimensions: 1657 x 1508 px | 28,1 x 25,5 cm | 11 x 10,1 inches | 150dpi

Informations supplémentaires

Cette image appartient au domaine public, ce qui signifie que le droit d’auteur a expiré ou que le titulaire du droit d’auteur a renoncé à ses droits. Les frais facturés par Alamy couvrent l’accès à la copie haute résolution de l’image.

Cette image peut avoir des imperfections car il s’agit d’une image historique ou de reportage.

. The Saturday evening post. et inquiries of him aboutthis. You cannot approve of everything a good man does, but if he was rewarding his converts openly, what I wantto know is why Henry Thompson did not get one of thesespoons. He was soundly converted. He became a greatpreacher and seems never to have forgotten the narrowescape he had from damnation. He appears always tohave preached with a coal of fire in his mouth. The textof this old sermon was, The soul that sinneth, it shallsurely die. And it was a brimstone masterpiece of thegospel. There were also many of Williams best sermonsin this box. After we had discussed the news every preacher alwaysbrings back from a meeting of the Annual Conference, andPeter had delivered messages from some of the elderbrethren who entered the itinerancy years ago whenWilliam did, we went into the hall to consider our baggage, which must be shipped at once to Brasstown. Peter stood with his hands in his pockets regardingthree old itinerating trunks, the ribs of them bulging, their. Then He Told Me He Hoped 1 Would Pick Out aWife for Peter as Soon as Possible sides battered and the tops crank-sided, grinning a little, but securely roped and tied. He said he doubted if theywould make the trip. Oh, yes, they will. They are used to it, I assured him. He recognized the tin box. From the time he could re-member he must have seen this box going before us to thenext appointment. Still keeping those old sermons, he said, smiling. Yes, they are the Enoch records of men who walkedwith God, I answered, nettled by something in the tone ofhis voice. We went back into the living room, where he began toexamine Williams books. He bent over, wrinkled his finenose and doubled up the wrinkles on his smooth young browat these old ragged volumes with their bindings torn andtheir loose leaves sticking out here and there. Mother, these books are all out of date, he said. I regarded him. The eye may speak to a man even whenhe has his back turned to you. My so

Recherche dans la banque de photos par tags

• bookcentury1800
• bookidsaturdayeveningp1933unse
• bookpublisherph