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MY GREAT NEGLECT

Elder T. L. Webb, Sr. - (deceased) - From the book "Little Things"

As the old year is passing out, I look back over its fleeting days with regret when I think of my great neglect in so many things. I have been busy the most of the time, but it seems I have accomplished so little that it worth while. I have neglected to write for The Primitive Baptist, even when impressed to write. How selfish I have been - just enjoyed the good writings of others without contributing anything. Perhaps though the paper has been better by my silence. If not deceived, I still love the precious cause so able represented by Elder Cayce and the paper, and as I now think how much these grand principles of faith mean to me, I wonder why I have not made greater efforts to publish I think, too, of so many things neglected, so many meetings missed, so many homes not visited, so many unwritten letters, so many sad hearts unnoticed, so many poor hungry sheep and lambs not fed, so many opportunities lost to scatter flowers and smiles, so many afflicted ones not visited, so many calls "come over and help us," so many that we have neglected who have crossed over to a better world and who do not need our flowers now.

Time is winging us away. Life is so short now, it seems that what we do must be done quickly. We must try to round up things and get ready for the final call. If I am spared until January 15, 1939, I will be sixty-five years old. Have had a home with the dear old church about forty-three years. I am not tired of the service nor ashamed of the poor prisoners of the Lord who are contending for salvation by grace and grace alone. Am satisfied with the "old paths," but dissatisfied with my imperfections and neglect. Yet, through sustaining grace, I am trusting for final victory and deliverance from the grave to awake in the likeness of Jesus and to enter into that long-sought rest where I shall be satisfied forevermore.