| The Life of Dr. J.R. Miller |
Chapter 13 |
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Increasing feebleness kept the invalid in bed during the last weeks of June. He suffered little. For a time he knew those who stood by his bedside, but during the last few days his mind wandered and the light of recognition was seldom in his eyes. But the light that is not of earth was becoming more and more noticeable to those who had the privilege of looking on his smiling, happy face.
He had already passed beyond the reach of such words as these that came from Dr. F.B. Meyer:
“I hear that my beloved friend is very near his Home-Going. If he is able to hear of any human friend whom he has loved, please mention my name to him; tell him that I have loved him and that his love has been sweet. Ask him to look out for me when I come.”
The end of life on earth came without warning on the afternoon of July 2, 1912. Mrs. Miller and the only daughter, Mary Wanamaker Miller (Mrs. W.B. Mount), were present, but it was impossible to summon the sons – William King Miller and Russell King Miller. One moment Dr. Miller seemed to be resting quietly; the next he was at rest.
He had gone to be with his Friend. For him the new life had begun – the life of which he delighted to speak as “a clause in the sentence of existence, begun after the comma which we call death.”
“Oh, how happy Jesus must be now!” was the glad comment made by one of the little grandchildren who had delighted to romp with him whom God had called to Himself.
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