A tremor passed
through my whole being, and I had to grasp the top of the stand
until I could recover my normal sight and senses.
God had shown me my time would come soon. He had held out
death to me and made me see it could mean being in eternal bliss.
How wonderful! But this feeling of exhilaration and joyous peace
vanished as swiftly as had the celestial being. Terrorizing fear
engulfed me!
I managed to continue reading. However, the lines were no
longer a song of David, the Israelite King. They turned into my
own piteous lament. I kept on saying the phrases, but by the time
I reached the final verse, I was not reading. I was crying out to
my God, "O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go
hence, and be no more!"
How I got through the remainder of the service, I will never
know. Later I could not recall a single word I had spoken. After
the benediction, one of the elderly brethren came up to me and
shook my hand.
"Brother Dave," he said, "that was the finest sermon you
ever preached!"
He didn't know it was my last.
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