The Hondo Anvil Herald, August 22, 1908:
John L. Davidson, the son of L. L. Davidson and wife, was born in Sherman, Texas, March the 26th, 1888, and died in Houston, Texas, August the 12th, 1908. Thus do we sum up the days and weeks of a life, in its passage from time to eternity, but who can sum up the influences set in motion on other lives, or the strength of love with which other lives were bound up in this one? We can not measure these things by the scale of time. It is always the custom to say only good things about our loved ones when they go out from us, but this time we want to say them not because it is the custom, but because there is nothing else to say. John was a good boy. From a child he had ideas of his own about right and wrong, and these ideas were not based on self-interest but on God's will. Early in life he heard a lecture on temperance which made a great impression on him, so much so that he resolved never to take a drink of intoxicating liquor. This resolve he kept as long as he lived. His life was honest, clean and upright. Every man and woman that I have heard speak of him in Hondo , said, "He was a good boy." He was obedient to his parents, kind and loving to his sisters, and true to his friends. Just why he should be taken away from us when life seemed to hold so much for him we can not understand now; but, dear friends, remember that "God doeth all things well." Be brave, then, dear friends; be strong, be courageous, be true to Him whose promises never fail, whose everlasting arms are beneath you to bear you up to the gates of glory. What you do not understand now will someday be made plain, and God will wipe away all the tears. Perhaps God had need for him in some other world, or perhaps he had need for him to fill some place in his own Kingdom. John is gone, but not in the grave, but yonder, above the bright blue; in the house of many mansions he joins the innumerable company to await the arrival of father, mother, sisters, and brothers, for the great family reunion in our Father's house. Rest, dear friend, and wait for us, for we seek the holy city where partings are no more.
W. W. NUNN.
John L. Davidson, the son of L. L. Davidson and wife, was born in Sherman, Texas, March the 26th, 1888, and died in Houston, Texas, August the 12th, 1908. Thus do we sum up the days and weeks of a life, in its passage from time to eternity, but who can sum up the influences set in motion on other lives, or the strength of love with which other lives were bound up in this one? We can not measure these things by the scale of time. It is always the custom to say only good things about our loved ones when they go out from us, but this time we want to say them not because it is the custom, but because there is nothing else to say. John was a good boy. From a child he had ideas of his own about right and wrong, and these ideas were not based on self-interest but on God's will. Early in life he heard a lecture on temperance which made a great impression on him, so much so that he resolved never to take a drink of intoxicating liquor. This resolve he kept as long as he lived. His life was honest, clean and upright. Every man and woman that I have heard speak of him in Hondo , said, "He was a good boy." He was obedient to his parents, kind and loving to his sisters, and true to his friends. Just why he should be taken away from us when life seemed to hold so much for him we can not understand now; but, dear friends, remember that "God doeth all things well." Be brave, then, dear friends; be strong, be courageous, be true to Him whose promises never fail, whose everlasting arms are beneath you to bear you up to the gates of glory. What you do not understand now will someday be made plain, and God will wipe away all the tears. Perhaps God had need for him in some other world, or perhaps he had need for him to fill some place in his own Kingdom. John is gone, but not in the grave, but yonder, above the bright blue; in the house of many mansions he joins the innumerable company to await the arrival of father, mother, sisters, and brothers, for the great family reunion in our Father's house. Rest, dear friend, and wait for us, for we seek the holy city where partings are no more.
W. W. NUNN.
The Hondo Anvil Herald, August 22, 1908:
John L. Davidson, the son of L. L. Davidson and wife, was born in Sherman, Texas, March the 26th, 1888, and died in Houston, Texas, August the 12th, 1908. Thus do we sum up the days and weeks of a life, in its passage from time to eternity, but who can sum up the influences set in motion on other lives, or the strength of love with which other lives were bound up in this one? We can not measure these things by the scale of time. It is always the custom to say only good things about our loved ones when they go out from us, but this time we want to say them not because it is the custom, but because there is nothing else to say. John was a good boy. From a child he had ideas of his own about right and wrong, and these ideas were not based on self-interest but on God's will. Early in life he heard a lecture on temperance which made a great impression on him, so much so that he resolved never to take a drink of intoxicating liquor. This resolve he kept as long as he lived. His life was honest, clean and upright. Every man and woman that I have heard speak of him in Hondo , said, "He was a good boy." He was obedient to his parents, kind and loving to his sisters, and true to his friends. Just why he should be taken away from us when life seemed to hold so much for him we can not understand now; but, dear friends, remember that "God doeth all things well." Be brave, then, dear friends; be strong, be courageous, be true to Him whose promises never fail, whose everlasting arms are beneath you to bear you up to the gates of glory. What you do not understand now will someday be made plain, and God will wipe away all the tears. Perhaps God had need for him in some other world, or perhaps he had need for him to fill some place in his own Kingdom. John is gone, but not in the grave, but yonder, above the bright blue; in the house of many mansions he joins the innumerable company to await the arrival of father, mother, sisters, and brothers, for the great family reunion in our Father's house. Rest, dear friend, and wait for us, for we seek the holy city where partings are no more.
W. W. NUNN.
John L. Davidson, the son of L. L. Davidson and wife, was born in Sherman, Texas, March the 26th, 1888, and died in Houston, Texas, August the 12th, 1908. Thus do we sum up the days and weeks of a life, in its passage from time to eternity, but who can sum up the influences set in motion on other lives, or the strength of love with which other lives were bound up in this one? We can not measure these things by the scale of time. It is always the custom to say only good things about our loved ones when they go out from us, but this time we want to say them not because it is the custom, but because there is nothing else to say. John was a good boy. From a child he had ideas of his own about right and wrong, and these ideas were not based on self-interest but on God's will. Early in life he heard a lecture on temperance which made a great impression on him, so much so that he resolved never to take a drink of intoxicating liquor. This resolve he kept as long as he lived. His life was honest, clean and upright. Every man and woman that I have heard speak of him in Hondo , said, "He was a good boy." He was obedient to his parents, kind and loving to his sisters, and true to his friends. Just why he should be taken away from us when life seemed to hold so much for him we can not understand now; but, dear friends, remember that "God doeth all things well." Be brave, then, dear friends; be strong, be courageous, be true to Him whose promises never fail, whose everlasting arms are beneath you to bear you up to the gates of glory. What you do not understand now will someday be made plain, and God will wipe away all the tears. Perhaps God had need for him in some other world, or perhaps he had need for him to fill some place in his own Kingdom. John is gone, but not in the grave, but yonder, above the bright blue; in the house of many mansions he joins the innumerable company to await the arrival of father, mother, sisters, and brothers, for the great family reunion in our Father's house. Rest, dear friend, and wait for us, for we seek the holy city where partings are no more.
W. W. NUNN.
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