A.D.Andrews.
1862-1936.
By G.W.S.Ware.
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If there is any thing in prenatal enfluence, we shown it. He was born in 1862, while
the South had a chip on her shoulder, but I came, amid the peace, after the Mexican War,
and instinctive feel, That knocking chips from shoulders, is not worth the consequence.
His parents, J.S., and Emily Andrews, brought him to Florida when young, but he lost
his father, and lost his father by death, who left him nothing, but an invincible will to
succeed in life. When I crossed his path, when he was 41, he had well stocked farms, and
flourishing mercantile business. During our thirty three years of friendship, and part
time his pastor, no whisper was heard, That he was not an honest man.
Have you ever known a man, you were glad to see, any time you met him? Have you ever
gone to a man, in his deep sorrow, and let your presence, give him joy? As a pastor, have
you been called to a homeless church of our Lord Jesus Christ, built a house for it, and
if it had not been for one man, you could not have done it? In after years, were you ever
called on to stand over the dead body of such a man, before a packed house, duty sympathy
and love, demanded you to come to the full measure of the occasion? Have you ever looked
on a dead body, after the man had left it, knowing you would see it no more, until the man
will be clothed with it again, transformed into the likenes of our Lord Jesus Christ?
Have you ever preached the funeral of a good woman, and see her husband, grope along,
alone a few years, then gather his shroud about him, then at the beck of God, step down
into the valley of death? Then have you gone on your way rejoiceing?
God loves variety, else, all christians would the same personality.
I liked the redeemed individuality of A.D.Andrews, who died in Lake Butler, Florida,
October, 31, 1936, in the seventy fourth year of his age.
