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Eulogy for My Father   1 comment

Nell Taylor and Probably Jack Taylor

Above:  My Grandmother, Nell Barrett Taylor, with My Father, 1943




NOVEMBER 2, 2014

Before I departed Athens last Thursday, I posted a notice of Dad’s impending death in the Facebook group of my parish, St. Gregory the Great Episcopal Church.  Many of my fellow parishioners expressed sympathy and informed me of their prayers not only for me but for my family also.  One person commented on my Facebook page that I am a “living tribute” to Dad.  That thought had not occurred to me, but may the sentiment be accurate.

Each of us carries the legacies of other people, extending back into generations immemorial.  Much of Dad’s influence is evident in me, from my bookish ways to my preference for classical music.  Most important, though, are lessons in faith and mere decency, which he taught primarily via a pattern of mundane deeds.  Among my earliest memories is one, from the late 1970s, of him preaching and mentioning the “presence of God.”  I, being a concrete thinker at the time, was confused, for I saw no wrapped packages with tags reading “To Ken from God.”  I see clearly, with the benefit of hindsight, how many presents (even some in wrapped boxes) God gave me via Dad.  The best such gifts, however, are intangible.  And they are for the benefit of others, not just myself.  Dad taught me that also.

Now he belongs to the Church Triumphant.  This being All Saints’ Sunday, a verse from “For All the Saints” is doubly appropriate:

O blest communion, fellowship divine!

We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;

Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine.






These were my prepared comments.  I remained close to them as I extended them.–KRT



Thoughts at Twilight   Leave a comment


Above:  The Gray Robe of Twilight (Between 1900 and 1912), by Charles Melville Dewey (1849-1937)

Publisher and Copyright Claimant = Detroit Publishing Company

Image Source = Library of Congress


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As twilight draws her dusky curtain

In silence o’er the earth;

As stars their twinkling rays and daw

With sparkling lights of mirth,

Mankind is drawn in restful silence.

To homes of peace and love,

Where thoughts of each are giv’n full-play

From soil–to heav’n above.

The children soon are all at rest

Content with joy and fun;

The working folk are happy, too,

I know their task’s well-done.

Others in the dusk of life,

Begin anew to think

Of what this life has been to them,

For now they’re at Death’s brink.

From East and West, from North to South,

As twilight falls around,

Man’s thoughts are ever turned to God

Who made the earth, silence, and sound.



Death the Gate to Heaven   1 comment


Above:  Our Martyrs at Heaven’s Gate, 1881

President Abraham Lincoln greets President James A. Garfield.

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Jno. 14, 2-3

1.  Jesus goes away to prepare a place for them.  He came from heaven in their behalf; now he returns to serve them further.  The odds are against their highest enjoyment here; hence he seeks an abode free from all hindrance.

2.  But he will come to them and help them.  The Holy Spirit did come to counsel and help them, that they may prepare for higher things.  Finally he will come to take them to himself.

3.  They are to be with him where he is.  They loved him and followed him here and he wants them to be with him there to behold his glory.  He prayed for this.  Immortal bliss awaits all his children in his gracious abode, the house of many mansions.

4.  Hence death is but the door of entrance to higher, holier things.  He arched the door with bow of hope and planted there most fragrant flowers.

Where he is is heaven to dwell with him and the good of all ages.


The Wages of Sin   2 comments


Above:  Whirlpool Rapids

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Rom. 6, 23

1.  He that worketh receiveth wages.  Every course of conduct brings its return.  “Whatsoever one soweth that shall he reap.”

2.  Who yields himself to sin becomes thereby the bondslave of sin.  Rom. 6, 16

The power of Satan masters him and he pays a daily wage as he himself wills.

3.  The wages of sin is death:

(1)  Death of the body is the the result of sin.  Violent deaths increase.  Bloody & deceitful men shall not live out half their days.  Ps. 55, 23

(2)  Death of character–becoming finally a worthless being, insensible of all good.

(3)  Of sensibility of sin.  The first oath brought the blush quickly, but later one swear before anyone without shame.

(4)  Of the power of resistance.  God and friends cry stop; but sin puts one where he can’t stop.  The current in the rapids catches him and hurls him over the precipice and all is lost.

5.  Of the soul.  To sink into eternal night and suffer forever the pains of an unending ruin.  Eternal punishment where there is the weeping and the wailing and the gnashing of teeth.

Will you not stop now?


Good From All Things to the Christian   1 comment

Rom. 8, 28

1.  “For good.”  To be drawn nearer to Him, to become more like Him, to learn to love Him and trust Him more certainly is good.  Whatever furthers us in things divine is good.  We here look at results, not so much at process.

2.  “To those that love him.”  Those who trust and obey and submit to His will.  Important to fix this in our minds.  Not to those who rebel.

3.  “Work…for good.”  This is His will, His desire.  He seeks to accomplish it in us.

(1)  Temptations test our strength and give occasion to exercise it.  He gives added grace for every greater need.

(2)  In afflictions He will comfort us as we look to Him.  Thus the heart is softened and one learns to trust Him more.  “It is good for me that I have been afflicted.”  As our loved ones pass on before heaven becomes more real and dear to us.

(3)  Prosperity will, as we love Him, make us more grateful.  His goodness will inspire us to love Him more.

4.  Sometime we will understand that all has helped us toward our eternal home.  We are so much concerned with the process now [that] we may not see it till later; but after a while He will make it plain.  Then let us trust and obey. Be the way never so [illegible word].


The Christian’s Confidence in Death   1 comment


Above:  A Cemetery, Between 1904 and 1920

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It is certain that St. Paul the Apostle did not write 2 Timothy.




2 Tim. 4, 8 & 18 (Revised Version of 1881)

1.  Paul, at the end of his pilgrimage, looks with confidence to the future.  He had lived well and now trusts God for the beyond.  He stands not aghast; is confident.

2.  He will live beyond the grave.

(1)  God’s word assures us of heaven and a fuller, happier life.  Jesus is there and he is our humanity.  “In my flesh shall I see God.”  Lazarus and Dives are conscious beyond the grave.

(2)  Man’s life on the moral basis suggests more than life here.

(3)  Man’s influence dies not with him.  When the horse dies he is dead; man lives on in the influence he still has over others.

(4)  Living and dying he is conscious of a future.  The body totters, the mind is young and reaches out after God.  Christ spoke of his “exodus.”

3.  The reward for conduct here awaits him there–“a crown of righteousness”–the results of right living–heaven’s eternal joys.  “And for all that love his appearing.”

4.  To the righteous dying is but going home–“Safe at home forever,/And that’s enough for me!”


Sleep, My Darling   Leave a comment

Above:  An Unidentified Cemetery in Georgia

Photograph Taken by W. E. . DuBois, 1899

Image Source = Library of Congress



(This piece was adapted to a little air which I “picked up,” but whose name I do not recollect; yet, as I know nothing of music, I can’t say whether my song meets the requirements of the art or not.  T.)

1.  Darling, I to-day have strayed

To the place where thou art laid;

And with drooping flowers that wave,

I am weeping o’er thy grave.


Sleep, my darling, sweetly sleep,

Torn tho’ from my fond embrace;

I a lover’s vigil keep

O’er thy lone, last resting place.

2.  Thou art hidden from mine eyes,

Thou art deaf to all my cries;

But I feel thy spirit near,

And I know that thou art here.


3.  Peaceful, darling, by thy rest,

Light the Sod upon thy breast;

And till ‘yond the grave we meet,

Here shall be my oft retreat.



Posted September 12, 2012 by neatnik2009 in Death and/or Grief, John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems, Love 1800s

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