W. B. Godbey - Enter His Rest
W. B. Godbey - Enter His Rest
W. B. Godbey - Enter His Rest
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heart. I was once where you are and as surely on my way to Hell as Sam Page in his saloon. God loves you as<br />
dearly as the drunkards, gamblers, swearers, and debauchees; and if you do not seek and find the Lord, get your<br />
sins forgiven and receive intelligent salvation, you are as sure of hell as the poor reprobates who plunge<br />
headlong into the vulgar vices.”<br />
As God, in <strong>His</strong> providence, through a preaching father, a sainted mother and a Christian home, fortified me from<br />
the cradle, I have wasted no time in the devil's workshop; but have ever been diligently employed in laudable<br />
industries, physical, intellectual and spiritual. Nobody on the face of the earth can rise up and say aught against<br />
my life so far as the eye of the world is concerned, yet I was a sinner; but my sins were on the inside, except<br />
unhygienical treatment of my body, for which I alone was to suffer. Being a church member from my infancy,<br />
and my life irreproachable, so far as the world could discriminate, I was really a practical hypocrite. That word<br />
in the Bible means one who plays at religion which he does not possess. I doubt not but that the great majority<br />
of church members of this day are in the same dilemma. You see throughout the Bible that the hypocrite abides<br />
the common destiny with the liar, the thief, murderer, drunkard, blasphemer, adulterer and fornicator.<br />
We Americans, as a rule, are all of European extraction. Very recently the Asiatics, especially from China and<br />
Japan, have been coming to our country. I can only trace my Anglican paternity and my Hiberian maternity but a<br />
few generations. My great grandfather was powerfully converted under the preaching of Bishop Asbury, one<br />
hundred and fifty years ago. He came home shouting aloud, called up his thirty Negro slaves whom he held in<br />
bondage under the laws of old Virginia, told them his experience, fell on his knees and prayed for them, got up<br />
and thanked them for their good behavior and obedience, and told them they were his slaves no longer, to go and<br />
be free; all he asked of them was to meet him in Heaven. So you know he got a genuine case of conversion,<br />
because it cost him fifteen thousand dollars, which he cheerfully paid in setting them all free. Though we always<br />
lived in slave states, there never was a Negro in our family afterward. My grandfather was powerfully converted<br />
in a Methodist campmeeting when my father, his oldest child, was old enough to recognize and remember. He<br />
came home at midnight shouting the praises of God, and told grandmother that he was converted. Then he read<br />
the Scriptures, sang a song and prayed, and always afterward kept it up, morning and evening. I here give you a<br />
few lines of the song he sang that night: “How happy every child of grace,<br />
Who knows his sins forgiven;<br />
This earth, he cries, is not my place,<br />
I seek a place in Heaven.<br />
“A country far from mortal sight,<br />
E'en now by faith I see;<br />
The land of rest, the saint's delight,<br />
A Heaven prepared for me.”<br />
Some time after his conversion he emigrated to Kentucky and settled in the woods. There were many deer and<br />
other wild animals in that country. Near their house was a deer lick, whither the animals were in the habit of<br />
coming a short time before day. An old hunter in the neighborhood was in the habit of coming before day and<br />
hiding in a suitable position to shoot deer when they came to the lick. The Lord gave my grandfather six sons<br />
and about the same number of daughters to live to be grown. Five out of these sons became Methodist<br />
preachers, and so lived and died. The daughters were as bright and spiritual as the sons: but the old fogy notion<br />
that women should not preach embargoed their privileges and kept them out of the ministry. This old hunter<br />
relates that the family was in the habit of rising very early and all getting ready to go to their work by sunrise;<br />
he, while watching for the deer, would see them going away in different directions in the morning for secret<br />
prayer, and when they would meet in the house they generally raised an old-style shout.<br />
The last time I ever saw my grandfather was while I was his presiding elder. I visited him when ninety-six years<br />
old, when he had me assist him in making an invoice of his family, which at that time numbered five hundred<br />
souls, twenty-five of whom were licensed preachers of the Gospel.<br />
As all names have originated from circumstances, of course our family received its name from the fact of their<br />
eminent godliness, the original name being “Godly.” Some one at some time writing it happened to replace the<br />
“l” by a “b.” In England the name is spelled “<strong>Godbey</strong>” in France it is generally spelled “Godfrey,” e.g., Godfrey<br />
of Bouillon, who was the celebrated commander-in-chief of the armies of the Crusaders who captured