<TITLE>06. Par 17-19</TITLE>L-17 Now, let us come to this conclusion: We have gathered here today to--to express, or to make known our feelings about a neighbor, about a sister, about a wife, about a mother. That's why we have gathered this afternoon: to make known, to express our feeling, our loss. That's why we are here: to do this. The father is to express the loss of the wife; the children, the mother; the neighbor, or the sister.
We ministers, as I heard them down through the building giving those wonderful glorious comforting comments--clear cut--that what the sister had meant to them, and in their congregations. We ministers come this afternoon ('course in our hearts we feel sad too), but we've come to make known an expression of God too, His truth about all this matter. We've come to express what God says about it, to comfort the hearts of the people, to let them know, as hard as the shock may be, yet it's in the providence of Almighty God to do it this way, and it's His plan. And this isn't the end. This is the beginning of a new life.

L-18 Then we, who God teaches in His Word about these things, we come to give our expression. And how happy I am over this one this afternoon, that we all can express the same thing towards the Word of God, because she fulfilled It.
Sister Bell, as we knew her here at the Tabernacle, a lovely, sainted Christian woman, she made her expressions too. She made known her feeling about God, as I heard the obituary read awhile ago, even before Brother Jim married her, I suppose, down in Tennessee. She made her decision. She made her expression. And so it's the testimonies, and as far as I know from that day since, has never ceased to make that expression. Maybe today is over the corridors of heaven, somewhere yonder in the eternal realms of glory, walking the streets of God still expressing it. Beyond these shadows of mortal realms she still expresses it.

L-19 Sister Bell, as we know her, was not ashamed of her testimony. Not one time was there any blushing of her testimony. Not one time was she reluctant to say something. She expressed it, and she wasn't ashamed. How I've seen her stand back there with her hands in the air, and the tears running down her cheeks; see her standing here on this pulpit, and sing songs that would make the whole church go into a scream, of a land be-way--beyond here. She wasn't ashamed. She give her expression everywhere. Every neighbor, every church, everywhere she was affiliated, she made herself known and expressed what she thought about God. It was her life. All that she could be, she expressed what she was in Christ Jesus, a newborn creature.
She was a lovely friend of my dear old mother that--that climbed the same steps a few weeks ago. Today they are together. What a wonderful thing it is to see the expressions, how God does. Her letters, Sister Bell's... Every time I would come home, Billy, my son, would bring me a group of letters, telephone calls, constantly, from Sister Bell, "Pray for this one; pray for that one." That... What was it doing? To me that's her expression, her making known what was on the inside of her, a burden for her fellow man, a burden for her children, a burden for every one that was around, and every sick person.


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