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1. Wesley died in 1791, in his eighty-seventh year. As he lay dying, with his friends gathered around him, Wesley
grasped their hands and said repeatedly, "Farewell, farewell." At the end, he said "The best of all is, God is with
us", lifted his arms and raised his feeble voice again, repeating the words, "The best of all is, God is with us.”
Because of his charitable nature he died poor, leaving as the result of his life's work 135,000 members and
541 itinerant preachers under the name "Methodist". It has been said that when John Wesley was carried to
his grave, he left behind him a good library of books, a well-worn clergyman's gown, and the Methodist
Church.
What will you leave behind when you are carried to your grave? Will your property and hard-earned money
go to your heirs to enjoy and probably squander? Now is the time to set your house in order, and alter your
priorities according to God’s Word. An old preacher friend of mine, a man of unquestioned piety and spiritu-
ality, said the he had invested his treasure in the safest place in the universe, the “First Bank if the New Jerusa-
lem.” Another holiness-preacher friend said,
Do you giving while you’re living,
Then you’re knowing where it’s going.
Forty years ago, during the time in which I spent several years I crisscrossing this nation holding revival
meeting, I spent a summer preaching and singing in Wesleyan holiness camp meetings. It was customary
during those 10-day camps to reserve one day for missionaries to speak and take pledges for their mission-
ary work. One of the missionaries with whom I worked in several di erent camp meetings that summer was
Rev. Victor Glenn, who served as director of Evangelistic Faith Missions. In 1905, his parents, Lewis and Viola
Glenn, boarded a steamship in New York City and set sail for Egypt, the land where God had called them. I
read that when one of their children died, Lewis requested permission of the town o cials to bury their child
in the local cemetery. But because it was a Muslim burying place, the authorities would not allow a Christian
burial there. So Lewis had to go to the edge of town, where desert and city met, and dig a hole in the Sahara,
where his child could be buried. When Victor’s parents were promoted to Glory, Brother Glenn took over as
head of the Mission.
In each of the services, as Brother Glenn poured out his heart with touching stories of the dedication of the
pioneer missionaries in Egypt, and of the tremendous need to spread the gospel in that and other nations, I
would make a pledge to support the missionaries. In one of the last camp meetings of the summer in
August, I remember Brother Glenn coming up to me before the missionary service and saying, “Joe, we have
been together this summer in several services, and I noticed that in every service, you made a pledge of
almost as much as the camp meeting gave you as a stipend for ministering. Please do not give any more. You
have a young family to support on a small salary. Let others pledge during this meeting today. “
I am trying to remember a missionary song which we sang in those meetings. Many of the old holiness songs
were never published, and we would learn them from other singers. I had a small loose-leaf notebook in
which I kept the words of many of those songs. Some were handwritten, and others I typed using my old
Remington portable typewriter. Here are some of the words of one of those songs which I try to recall after
not singing it since being in those camp meetings:
Lord, give me a vision, Oh help me to see
The needs all around me, Souls crying for Thee.
Lord, make me a blessing, As onward I go,
By telling the story, That others might know.
Lord, give me a vision, Of elds that are white,
Lost souls we must gather, E’er cometh the night.
Dark shadows are gathering, And some souls will be lost;
Some neighbor or brother, How awful the cost.
Now it is 40 years later. It has been an honor for me to have visited and ministered in over 65 countries, the
last 15 years in Asia. While the sum of my assets might categorize me as a very poor man, I feel rich in my soul.
And did I tell you about my Father? He is rich in houses and lands; He holdeth the wealth of the world in His
hands. Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, His co ers are full, He has riches untold.
I’M A CHILD OF THE KING
What better time than now, a time of unprecedented bank failures and disastrous economy, to safely invest
in God’s missionary work. Some of you are already in your sixties, seventies, or eighties. Perhaps your vision
has grown dim and your heart cold. I pray that the Lord will renew your spiritual eyesight, give you a fresh,
new, and enlarged vision, and reignite the re of the Holy Spirit in your heart. May our Lord make these the
most fruitful years of your entire life! –Johannes Maas