Editor’s Notes

image001-pix-of-ron-e1 By Ron English, Editor

November 15, 2012.

Our nation has gone through another election where half the Country was happy & the rest of us were not.  I fear for the future of America.  We appear to be on the wrong track in so many areas.

We are coming up on the Thanksgiving season, usually a time of reflection and great meals.  So many hurting in our land today.   May God grant his blessings and steer us through this dangerous period.  We are so close to another recession with things pointing to a path toward depression.  We pray God will spare us from that.

With Thanksgiving in near view and Christmas coming up fast, I have published a message by the late, Dr. Jack MacArthur, The Wonderful Christ.  Dear Reader, I pray you will go at once and read this blessed message.

God bless each of you who have come to know our site as a good source of spiritual resources and Bible truths.   I encourage you to visit often and explore the many links to rich, spiritual blessings.

Added April 12, 2012

This is a long post, but one very interesting! This article is from the May 6, 1943 issue of the Citizen & Georgian newspaper of Macon County, Georgia (Especially relating to Montezuma & Oglethorpe, GA). Posted by Ben Coogle of Oglethorpe.


John H. Morgan Recalls Thrill of the very First Electric Lights in County

John H. Morgan was in town last week. The young folks don’t all know John Morgan, but the old folks remember him very well, for it was John, along with Will and Bob Cook, who brought the first electric lights to Macon County.

Maybe you don’t think that was a great night? When they threw the switch and the electric lamps lit up in Oglethorpe, putting an end to skulking burglars in the business district and illuminating the courthouse for all to see.

In 1883 it was. And it was all done by three boys not yet twenty- one. John, at the time, was serving his apprenticeship in the machinist’s trade with Emanuel Cook (the son of R. J. Cook and son) who had a large machine shop in the brick building that now houses the Oglethorpe (Colored) Baptist church.








Ben Coogle




He had gone to work with the Cooks when he was sixteen years old, out at the Cook’s Mill. Emanuel Cook and his father were natural machinists and millwrights of the inventive type and they tried to encourage young men to emulate them.

Emanuel Cook had two sons of his own, Will and Bob, who became influential and respected men and carried on his traditions.

The story really starts back there at the early Cook’s Mill. John Morgan was the son of Thomas Hurry Morgan, who in 1842 built the house near Oglethorpe where another Thomas Morgan, who was president of the Bank of Oglethorpe, died just last year (these were my GG and Great Grandfathers). The younger Thomas was John’s brother. John himself was born in 1864 and went through some pretty stiff times during Reconstruction. But he had a natural aptitude for machines and metal and showed himself so handy in his father’s little shop on the farm, (I have, and use the anvil from that shop), that he caught Cook’s eye and so made the change at the early age of sixteen.

Sixteen wasn’t so young in those days. John Morgan, 85 now but as hale and hearty as many a man of fifty, believes in giving young people responsibilities. An immense amount of cotton was grown around the district, and the water-powered gin at the Cook’s Mill was busy night and day during the season. Cotton was King and day by day the inventive minds of men were making things easier, and more profitable for the cotton grower and the ginner. But when the wagons of cotton rolled up to the gin, there was no other method to get it to the ginning machinery than by “toting” it up in great baskets. This was almost unbearably wearisome in the blazing cotton weather.

John pondered on this problem and suddenly it occurred to him that anything as light as cotton might be lifted in some fashion by suction. He was young but he knew that a man could create a vacuum and that a vacuum could lift. He suggested to Mr. Emanuel Cook that something of the sort could be arranged to
make “basket-toting” a thing of the past. Mr. Cook allowed him to use an old fan that had been used in cleaning wheat, and John built a wooden pipe which he hung to the joists. They tested it with a basket of loose cotton and it worked so well that they were picking cotton out of their teeth for days afterward. Then John was given leave to build a larger fan, a tinner was called in to build a pipe to extend from the wagon to the fan, a vacuum box was built to catch the cotton and drop it to the scales to be weighed. The fan was belted to the water wheel and they were ready to entertain
their first cottonman.  The suction pipe was a great sensation. Soon they were building them in the shop for gins all over the territory. But one day a chap drove up with a wagon load of cotton into which he had dropped a few, scattered matches. “Whoosh”, as John Morgan says “that contraption was on fire as soon as the
matches hit the fan.” They had a time getting the fire out, and production of suction pipes stopped then and there, under Mr. Cook’s orders, until the invention could be perfected. They got that problem whipped in a short time by inventing a feeder that caught the cotton before it got to the fan.

Production began again, and then came a bit of melodrama. In stepped the proverbial nattily dressed, slick-mannered city sharp, asking for Morgan. He said, “Look here, I’ve got your machine covered with a patent. You’ll have to pay a royalty or stop production.” They stopped production and within a short time a large concern came out with an improved similar machine that could be made in quantity lots. But work went on briskly in the shop, and the place became too small for them. The Cooks moved their shop to the town in the aforesaid brick building and there began the adventure of Will and Bob Cook and John Morgan with that frightening new toy, electricity. As business increased it became necessary, many times, to work at nights. They installed reflectors for the kerosene lamps but the light was not sufficient. It was a problem.






John had seen an electric light through a window in Macon and knew something of the theory. He and the Cook boys read everything they could find on the subject.

With electric lights they could work at night in the shops without fatigue, the young men argued, that Cook, senior, was afraid of the new fangled idea. “Nothing doing” he said, “I don’t know anything about it.”

John and Bob played around with the idea until they obtained a little electric motor. They put water in the battery, turned the switch and set it running. Then they called Bob’s father in to look at it. He said “Pshaw” and “Hmph” several times but was really impressed when he saw it light up a small bulb.

“Go ahead, boys,” he said, “fix up this shop with lights and I’ll stand the bill.”





That was all they needed. They made their own generator and did that very thing, even to the wiring. The first time they threw the switch they were disappointed. There was a mistake somewhere. But like young Edison they went to work to find the error, located it, and flooded the shop in brilliance with the next try.

John was then 19 and Bob a year or so younger. People were much impressed. The
Macon paper sent a man down to write it up.


McCloud, an original publisher of the Macon County Citizen (of which the
Citizen and Georgian is a lineal descendant) rented a room over the shop for an office, and the boys put him a light up there. He interested other men about town and soon a delegation from the Mayor’s office asked the boys if they could put a few lights here and there over the uptown district of Oglethorpe.

The boys weren’t exactly electrical engineers but they knew that what would work on a small scale would work on a larger, so they accepted the job and proceeded to enlarge their generator by scale twenty times. Darkies brought in cypress poles from the swamp and set them up at the boy’s direction but most of the labor, including the wiring was done by the youths themselves.

The crowds threw up their hats and cheered as “night turned into day” in Oglethorpe that night in 1883. It was an event to go down in the towns history. Everyone was proud of them.

They had burned the lights at night for several weeks when, one day, a committee from Montezuma came to see the three young men. Among them were John McKenzie Sr., W. L. McKenzie and Dr. Charlie Richardson.

They wanted to enter into a contract to have Montezuma lighted in the same fashion. The boys were a little reluctant. They were not a regular electrical contracting firm. There were plenty of things about electricity that they were just learning. But finally they were urged until they decided to prepare a contract.

A council meeting was called (Frank Holt was then mayor of Montezuma), and the boys presented their plans and signed the contract with the city fathers.






Now they wanted a five hundred light plant and they knew that the generator would have to be a big one. So they traveled to Atlanta (you really traveled to Atlanta in those days) and saw the manager of the newly organized General Electric Company there. The new generators were priced far beyond what they could pay. But one of the few Georgia small towns that had a plant was planning
to have a larger plant installed and the Oglethorpe and Montezuma Electric Power and Lighting Company bought it lock, stock and barrel, all except the wiring and lamps. These they picked up somewhere else.

On the long and bumpy way to Montezuma the railroad train left the track in a washout and dumped the generator into a creek where it lay for several weeks. After it was finally delivered it had to be dried out. But most of the work went according to plan, and finally all the necessary “works” were installed. E. B. Lewis of the banking company at that name should here be mentioned as the man who financed the company until it got on it’s feet.

There was a parade and a celebration unequalled in the history of Montezuma when the lights went on, all five hundred of them.

John Morgan can still remember it yet. And it must be a great pleasure to a man to have his health, his vision, his hearing, and still very engaging and vibrant-and with it all be able to look back clearly sixty years and more as though it were yesterday. Mr. Morgan now lives in Ozark, Ala.

Notes on the Electrification of Oglethorpe

I transcribed the article from a microfilm of the original. I viewed it in the Library in Montezuma, I could spend weeks and months there reading old Citizen & Georgian newspapers! I believe the column was written by Miz Violet (Moore – a popular writer for the County paper and a stringer for the Macon & Atlanta Papers). It has her style and she told me this story many years ago.

I debated taking out phrases no longer used and that are deemed offensive today. I didn’t. History is, not was, and it is wrong to judge yesterday by today’s standards.

All the electricity spoken of has to be Direct Current. The Current Wars (A.C. vs D.C.) between Edison and Nicola Tesla (and George Westinghouse) didn’t really begin until the end of the 1880’s. Alternating Current won and that is what you light your house with today.






The largest drawback to Direct Current in this usage is the fact that you cannot transmit it much more that a mile without huge voltage drop. This caused me to wonder how it was sent to Montezuma from Oglethorpe. In short, it couldn’t be. I believe the Oglethorpe plant was powered by Town Creek. I remember seeing a concrete spillway framework there when I was a boy, I don’t know if it’s still there. There is also a concrete dam spillway abutment located out Old 224 on Beaver Creek just outside the Montezuma City Limits. I clocked it from downtown Montezuma and it is .7 miles, Eureka!

If anyone has other information, please post it.



Ben Coogle

Huey Theus’ Painting, The Old Painted Barn

The old painted barn was painted by my famous cousin, Huey J. Theus.  Huey exhibited indications of his artistic skills at an early age.  He had two brothers (Jimmy and Tom, Jr.) and each had some talent with sketching, but only Huey developed his and turned it into a cash cow.  He earned a good living working for the State of Georgia where he was assigned the duties of preserving some of Georgia’s beautiful and historic landmarks on canvas.  I think he painted all of the known lighthouses in the state.  He also did a series of four pictures from memory of his early years in rural Georgia (old buildings).  These were picked up by a professional company who had them made into prints.  These were sold throughout the nation in select stores.  Since then Huey’s painting have sold for thousands of dollars.   He is, indeed, a gifted artist, a loving father, a devoted husband and a friend to his friends.  One of his latest ventures was to go back to the town where his grandfather was born and buy the old homestead.  He has invested hundreds of hours and days into making this old house a showplace and a studio for his art.   Huey did most of the labor himself (probably contributed to some of his health issues).  But it has been a work of love.   He has been the marvel of the townspeople earning the respect and appreciation of the whole town.  He is somewhat an icon there in the little town of Oglethorpe, Georgia.  He even teaches the locals art.  The house that is now a second home for him and a studio is reported to be the oldest house in Macon County.  At one time the old home was a pub.  I hope you will pray for Huey.  He has regained a good bit of his health after suffering a heart attack.  At the time of his heart challenge he was working on several of the rooms of the old home place.  He has since got most of that done and recently had his home feataured in the annual parade of homes for Christmas.   The picture below entitled “Sign of the Times” was painted by Huey.  His paintings hang in banks, law offices, state office buildings and many homes.  I believe there is one in the capitol in Atlanta.  Huey’s Aunt “Bob” (Annie Maxie) would be pleased to know one of Huey’s paintings is in the Carter Center, Atlanta.  She thought Jimmy Carter hung the moon and was quick to tell anyone listening that his wife, Rosalynn, was related to us on the Smith side of the family.  Aunt Bob was proud of Huey.  She would be proud to know her old home is now Huey’s art studio.

One of Huey's Pix
Sign of the Times: One of Huey J Theus’ Paintings

As you look at the picture with the Coca-Cola sign painted on the side of the old barn–do you notice the price?  That Coke was five cents.  I remember those Cokes and I remember Tom’s toasted peanuts were only a nickle, too.   Those were good days.

This blog continues to grow.  I try to add new material each week.  We are optimistic that many people from all walks of life will come here to drink at the various fountains of Living Water.   Well over one hundred thousand people have clicked on this blog and many found their way here.  We recognize that there are many persuasions of beliefs and doctrines.  Our position is that Jesus Christ is Lord and Savior.  Faithful men, inspired by the blessed Holy Spirit, have recorded God’s Word for us to read, study and follow.  I shall, with God’s help, fill these pages with interesting, helpful articles that honor the sacred Scriptures and lift high the Name of Jesus, the Christ.   I hope you will check out the links under our Blogroll.   Through Salvationlinks.com we hope to provide you many wonderful links to important sites we have found on the Internet.

We have added a good many new sermons, articles and reports.  Take some time and explore this blog.  Recommend it to your friends.   Since starting the blog one of my favorite writers, Dr. Michael Guido, ended his earthly journey and has gone on to Heaven.  I still publish some of his thoughtful works and will alway remember the blessing he has been to me personally.  Oral Roberts passed in recent times.   He was one of my early memories of  TV preachers.  I recall his old tent meetings.  I have heard him say, more than a few times, “Something good is going to happen to you today.”   His son, Richard, said at his funeral, “Dad is home for Christmas.  He is home.”  These are challenging days for many.  Pray for one another.  We face many evils and many temptations.  We need the power of God to deliver us from all evil and to help us do His good work and will.

We are pleased to present Dr. B. H. Carroll’s message, “Our Inspired Bible.”  Dr. Carroll was the founder and, until he died, the president of  Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth, Texas.  His ministry presented a high view of Scripture and this message echos that commitment.

Dr. John R. Rice was one of the busiest men doing God’s work.  He was a pastor, evangelist, editor of a paper, publisher of books, supervisor of a large staff of workers, a writer and a Spirit-filled soul winner.  His books and phamplets number some 60-plus millions in print (probably much more by now).  For several key years his Sword of the Lord paper reached over one million people each month–thereby increasing the impact and reach of his preaching dramatically.   One of his pet projects and most powerful, was his little soul winning booklet, “What Must I Do To Be Saved?”.  That one tract published in over 40,000,000 copies.  We are happy to reprint it here on our new blog.  Check it out.  While doing so, don’t overlook his message, “Six Pressing Reasons Why You Should Be Saved Today.”

Why Marry Her? By Dr. T. DeWitt Talmage is a powerful message dealing with one’s choice of a bride.  Dr. Talmage’s Sunday sermon’s were transcribed by reporters from leading newspapers and then published in their respective papers.  At one time his sermons were being read by an estimated 25 million people here and abroad.

When I wrote the following words January was coming to an end–however, the New Year’s message by Jack MacArthur is here to stir your heart and challenge you as this year gets going (many people have read this).  Dr. MacArthur is the father of John MacArthur who, himself, has written many important books and distributed millions of his audio messages on tapes.  He is also pastor of the mega church, Grace Community Church in Sun Valley, CA. and President of The Master’s College.  Don’t miss Dr. Jack MacArthur’s message.   A little known fact: He led Roy Rogers and Dale Evans to Christ.

I am greatly honored to present a sermon by my friend, Dr. Robert L. Sumner.  His message, “My God, My God, Why?” is a must read.  Don’t leave without taking it into your heart.

Have you ever wished you could win a soul to Christ?  Already a soul winner, but want be more effective?  You will love the two articles under the heading, “Gone Fishing” by Dr. C. Sumner Wemp.   He is a colorful preacher, teacher and ardent soul winner.   Over 10,000 people subscribe to his email paper.  He works at winning the lost.

I hope you will visit the site, The Sower.  The founder of this ministry is Dr. Michael Guido. I was listening to his radio program months before I was converted.  I knew next to nothing about the man except his kindly manner and biblical teaching (though I can’t say I understood his teaching to be accurate at the time).  Looking back I think he may have contributed to the planting and watering of the Gospel in my life.  Dr. Guido is 94 years old and still active in ministry.  ( EDITOR’S NOTE: Dr. Guideo died recently, however, his dear wife, Audrey, lingers in poor health.  I hope you will explore the resources of The Sower.

I am pleased to reprint the famous sermon of Dr. R. G. Lee, Payday Someday. Do yourself a favor and read this stirring message.    I also placed a page honoring an old-time Methodist preacher, William Elbert Munsey.  Check out the Munsey Marker.  He pointed thousands to salvation in a very few years. I have most recently added Dr. Munsey’s sermon, The Resurrection of the Human Body.   This is a powerful message and worthy of your time and interest.  While I promoted this sermon as an Easter message, it is really timely for any day of the week or any season.  It should be read by all.  I am honored to present a message, perhaps his most famous message, Dr. Law and Dr. Grace, the message of an old friend, Brother Lester Roloff.  Also one of the songs he loved to sing, Hold On a Little Longer.  Just hearing him sing that song brings back so many wonderful memories of this man and the ministry he had in redeeming young girls and boys and men.

You will find a video message by  Jack van Dr.Impe.  I have known this good man for years and stood by him on several platforms where he brought a featured message to thousands.  He is known for his emphasis on Bible prophecy.  He was known for years as the Walking Bible.  He memorized all of the New Testament and good hunks of the Old Testament.  He is amazing with his ability to weave those memorized verses into his powerful sermons and teachings.

Already this site is filling up with remarkable resources.  Dr. B. R. Lakin’s message on Heaven is so good.  I have listened to it four times, I think, since posting it.  I have lots of family in Heaven.    I posted an audio message by Dr. Bob Jones, Sr.  Dr. Jones was the founder of the University named for him, BJU.  His message, Preach the Word! At one time, Dr. Jones had preached to more people face to face than Billy Graham.    Dr. Graham actually attended Bob Jones College for a short time before transferring to a school in Florida.  Years ago I had a 15-minute radio broadcast sandwiched between two programs featuring Dr. John R. Rice and Dr. Bob Jones, Sr.  Talk about being in good company (at least between good company).

There is a new video honoring Dr. Lee Roberson.  Dr. Roberson founded Tennessee Temple University in Chattanooga and was the long-time pastor of Highland Park Baptist Church.  He was a wonderful Christian gentleman and powerful preacher.  He was always dressed in a dark blue, double-breasted suit and white shirt.  He would never be comfortable with today’s trend of casual dress on church platforms.   I will never forget the morning my son, Jim and I, took Dr. Roberson to breakfast.  We were in Indiana helping with one of  Dr. Rice’s Sword Conferences.  Dr. Roberson was one of the featured speakers.  We were staying at a Christian camp where the conference was being held.  They served breakfast there, but not early.  Dr. Roberson ask me to drive him to a nearby town for an early breakfast.  On our way out we passed a newspaper rack and we saw the surprising headline of the paper, “ELVIS DEAD AT 42!”  Dr. Roberson read that and said, “What about that.”

I hope you will read Dr. Sumner Wemp’s, “Ticket to Heaven.”  This man has personally placed more tracts in the hands of people than just about anybody you can name.  He has also encouraged countless others to do the same.  There will be, no doubt,  many, many souls in Heaven because of his good work.

Lester Roloff-the colorful radio preacher from Corpus Christi, Texas.  Do listen to his audio message, “Dr. Law and Dr. Grace”.   Brother Roloff died in a plane crash on November 2, 1982.  “Roloff had always had a fascination with flight. He purchased his first airplane in 1954, and used it to travel between his various speaking engagements throughout the country. On November 2, 1982, the same day Governor Mark White, who promised to shut the Roloff homes down, was elected, Roloff’s plane crashed during a storm outside Normangee, Texas, killing Roloff and a ladies’ singing trio from the home for adult women. The wreckage of his crashed airplane is the centerpiece of Roloff Park at Hyles-Anderson College, a Bible College in Crown Point, Indiana.” –from Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia NOTE: You should read the Roloff story found there.

5 thoughts on “Editor’s Notes”

  1. DR. RON:


  2. Dr. Hymers,
    Thank you for your reply. I knew you meant no personal attack on me, but was concerned for Dr. Rice’s good name. I respect that and anyone who knows me will understand I had no intention of belittling Dr. Rice. I loved him and respected him when I worked with him and I honor his good name even now. I make no attempt to take any issue with you over your email. Dr. Moore was kind to call me this morning. I assure you that Dr. Rice laughed hardest over that story and he did not think I was putting him down in any way. Miss Viola laughed and thought it funny. Both of them recognized that the story illustrated how much in awe of Dr. Rice I was at the time and still find myself in awe of him today. Nearly all felt it was more of a put down of me than of him, but your comments have given me pause. I will not use the story again. The Apostle Paul illustrated a more powerful truth in I Cor. 8:13 when he said, “Wherefore, if meat make my brother to offend, I will eat no flesh while the world standeth, lest I make my brother to offend.” I realize I might be taking some liberties with this verse, but it is the one that keeps coming to mind when I muse on your concerns.

    Dr. Hymers, I note you sent a second email after the one I am replying to, where you said, “I did not mean for my message to be up for everyone to see! I was trying to send a private email to you. But since it is up on your website I would appreciate if you would put up my reply sent earlier this morning.” The reason I posted my reply on my blog was to provide an answer for my readers since you (or someone in your name) posted your original email on my blog under comments. I naturally thought you intended for your comments to be public. I certainly was not offended by your remarks and thought you were kind in expressing your concern. I accept your comments in the spirit you gave them. So I am happy to post today’s comments there for all to see. I want all of my readers to know that there is no bad blood between us that I am aware of.

    By the way, I have had nothing but respect for you over the years. We have had no occasion to correspond, but I have read several of your articles and been aware of the fight you have made to keep fundamentalism viable in our day. I know Dr. Rice respected you and appreciated your visit to The Sword. I know Dr. Sumner speaks well of you. As far as I am concerned that’s two of the mightiest pens in our movement who agreed you are a good man. Paul had a word about witnesses, “In the mouth of two or three witnesses shall every word be established.” (2 Cor. 13:1)

    I told Dr. Moore I had not heard from you, but when I checked my email today I realized I have two emails from you. I will publish this next to my article on the blog. I don’t check that email as carefully as, perhaps, I should. Like you, I am sure, I receive a great number of emails each day and most are in the category of spam. It is too easy, at times, to miss an important email, and I certainly regard yours as important.

    I will regard this particular matter closed. I thank you again for your concern and pray God’s richest blessings upon you and your ministry. I will, of course, send copies of this note to Dr. Tolbert Moore and Dr. Robert L. Sumner.

    Editor’s Note: The following is copy of the email Dr. Hymers sent replying to my earlier response to his comments published on this site. Dr. Hymers requested I post a copy of his email so the context of our discussions will be preserved and presented in one place. He had not intended his original email to be a public word and since it was published on this blog he felt it good to have his reply also published. We are happy to do that.

    Here is Dr. Hymer’s email reply:

    Dear Brother English:

    Your answer is refreshing and encouraging to me! Most of the time preachers are not willing to admit that they have made any mistake myself included. I accept completely your humble reply.

    I(n) recent years I have noticed a number of men making snide remarks against Dr. Rice. One man even mocks him singing “Jesus, Baby Jesus,” on YouTube. I have made it a policy to rebuke or exhort those who speak against Dr. Rice. He was by no means perfect, but he was a good man, better than most.

    Again thank you for your kind and humble reply.

    Yours in Jesus,

    R. L. Hymers, Jr.
    cc Dr. Tolbert Moore
    Dr. Robert L. Sumner

  3. The following reply was made by this editor in response to the email received from Dr. R. L. Hymers, Jr.

    My dear brother Hymers,

    I have this morning read your comments on the article I wrote for Dr. Tolbert Moore’s paper, The Eagle. I regret more than I can say that your take on it was that I made “Dr. Rice look carnal”. I think you might recall our meeting when you were in Murfreesboro to video tape an interview with Dr. Rice. We were in his office. I was there and shook your hand. I have known of your good work down through the long years.

    I would cut off my right hand and cast it into the ocean before I would knowingly write or say anything that would place Dr. Rice in a bad light with those who knew and loved him. After reviewing your emails I agree with your thought, “What was the point?”

    I will tell you with embarrassment that part of that article was in error, because of my faulty memory. Shortly after it was submitted to Dr. Moore (which by the way he requested) I heard from a man who had almost perfect recall of the events of that time. I regret not having his memories prior to completion of my story. The inclusions would have enhanced the story. I assure you that Dr. Moore had not desire to place Dr. Rice in any bad light.

    The tiny motel room I shared with Dr. Rice was of necessity because all of the rooms had been taken near Dr. Wallace’s church. A friend actually gave up his room for us to use while there. I had forgotten that fact. The reason I did not recall the message Dr. Rice preached was, he didn’t preach. Dr. Bob Gray (Jacksonville) for whatever reason ran over his allotted time and used most, if not all, of Dr. Rice’s preaching time. Dr. Rice got up and made some kind remark about Dr. Gray’s sermon and then told the crowd it was now meal time. He thought it best we go eat rather than take the time to preach. The crowd erupted into loud applause and a standing ovation for him. I wish that had been part of the story I reported. That was, I believe, the last Fellowship Dr. Rice attended before his death.

    The story, Dr. Hymers, while colorful, was true about our drive and the night we spent in that motel room. I had the good fortune of working closely with Dr. Rice for the last 8 years of his life. Other than his family and Miss Viola and Miss Fairy and one or two others, I probably was closer to Dr. Rice than any other man. I loved him, honored him and still do to this day. So it is with deep regret that I learn my words have troubled you. Because I know you loved and respected him, too.

    I will never tell that story again. I agree with you that we need more men like Dr. Rice. I am sending a copy of this to Dr. Tolbert Moore ( Dr. Moore and I have been friends for many, many years) and a copy to Dr. Robert L. Sumner (also my friend for even longer than my friendship with Dr. Moore). I have a website, in fact, that is where I read your comment—I suppose you posted it–on that site, http://www.salvationlinks.com, I have published several sermons by Dr. Rice. Dr. Sumner and I exchange emails on a regular basis and often we pass along memories we have of Dr. Rice. Those who know me best know that I honored Dr. Rice while he was living and still do to this day. You can’t imagine how grieved I am to learn that another friend of Dr. Rice’s viewed my article as one that dishonored that good man. I was actually saved through the ministry of Dr. Rice.

    I had gone out to your website to find your email address and before sending this note, I was searching my email for Dr. Moore’s email and found you had sent a copy of your comments to me, personally. Thank you for doing that. I am replying from your email to me. As you can see this reply goes also to Dr. Moore and Dr. Sumner. I know that Dr. Sumner read that same article in The Eagle, because he commented to me at the time. You ended your email with, “This letter is not meant as a rebuke so much as it is meant to be an exhortation (cf. Ephesians 4:29).” I want you to know I have received it in this truth. I stand “exhorted.” God bless you and may the Lord richly bless and prosper your good work.

    Ron English

  4. Dear Dr. Tolbert:

    I read your magazine “The Eagle” every month here in Los Angeles. I always find it uplifting and helpful. However, I did not care for the tone of Dr. Ron English’s article, “Working for Dr. John R. Rice.” What was the point? The story he told made Dr. Rice look carnal and selfish. Why give such a story even if it was true? I have heard a number of men give disrespectful remarks about Dr. Rice recently. Couldn’t this be done about any of us? Why give even the slightest criticism of a godly man such as John R. Rice, now dead for 29 years? Would we not be in better shape if we had a few men like Dr. Rice today? Why give a younger generation any negative thoughts at all about Dr. Rice? How does it profit the reader? Please share this email with Dr. Ron English. I’m sure he is a good man, but I am afraid there is too much loose talk like this even among good men in our day. This letter is not meant as a rebuke so much as it is meant to be an exhortation (cf. Ephesians 4:29). My mother used to say, “If you don’t have anything good to say about somebody, don’t say anything at all.”

    Yours in Jesus,

    Dr. R. L. Hymers, Jr.

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