Life and Labors of Elder John Kline, the Martyr Missionary

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Title: Life and Labors of Elder John Kline, the Martyr Missionary
Collated from his Diary by Benjamin Funk
Author: John Kline
Editor: Benjamin Funk
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LIFE AND LABORS OF ELDER JOHN KLINE
THE MARTYR MISSIONARY

COLLATED FROM HIS DIARY
By
BENJAMIN FUNK

ELGIN, ILL.: BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE, 1900.

INTRODUCTION.
In the burying ground of the Linville's Creek German Baptist church in
Rockingham County, Virginia, there is to be seen a marble slab
engraved with the name JOHN KLINE.
In walking through a cemetery and pensively viewing the memorials of
the departed, one question of deep interest often presses upon the mind
and heart: Are these, whose names are here recorded on slab and
obelisk, still alive and in the possession of conscious being, or are they
dead--
"All to mouldering darkness gone; All of conscious life bereft?"
We turn to earth, and from her lips the ear of reason catches deep-toned
words of assurance that death is not the end of life. The hue of the
butterfly's wing, "the flower of the grass," the beauty of the vernal year,

these all, all teach the sublime truth that "all great endings are but great
beginnings." The voice of God from the unrolled page of plainer if not
diviner truth, says: "These are not dead, but sleeping--they shall wake
again."
Satisfied on this point, the next question turns to the lives and
characters, works and words of those who lie buried here. Were they
good or bad? Are their spirits now in heaven, or somewhere else? There
are two classes, however, concerning whom no such questions arise.
The first class is made up of those who have died in their infancy; and
ever and anon while looking at the "little lamb," or "rose bud," or
"young dove" not yet fledged, the words flow into the mind as from the
lips of Jesus: "Of such is the kingdom of heaven." The other class is
composed of such as have given clear evidence, by profession and life,
that they are the children of God. The words for them come as did the
others, from the page of Heavenly Truth, "Therefore are they
continually before the throne, and praise him day and night in his
temple."
The epitaph of John Kline is read without a doubt ever springing up in
the mind of any one who knew him. We saw him, not as Elisha saw
Elijah in sight, ascend to heaven; but with the eye of faith we saw him
clothed in a celestial body; and with the ear of faith we heard the
welcome: "Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."
THE ANNUAL MEETING OF 1878.
In the year 1878 the Brethren's Annual Meeting was held with the
Linville's Creek church. Brethren and sisters from many sections of our
Union were present. Many graves in the cemetery by the meetinghouse
were to be seen. Epitaphs were read by the throngs of people who
walked around to view them. Few of these bore anything beyond the
simple inscription of the name and the two facts that fall to the lot of all:
The time of birth and the time of death.
But there was one grave from whose humble mound each visitor
seemed eager to pluck a flower, a leaf, or any other little thing that
might be carried back home and enshrined in a casket for a memento of

one never to be forgotten. That grave was the grave of John Kline.
One sister, with tears in her eyes, said: "He preached my mother's
funeral." Another said: "He used to visit us in Ohio; and we always
loved so much to see him come." A brother said: "I traveled with him
over two thousand miles, and he was always one thing." Others said:
"The meeting is lonesome without him." "He was at our love feast in
Pennsylvania the year he was killed," said another. It would be vain to
attempt to follow up all the affectionate memories that were expressed
by the loving throngs of sanctified hearts that surrounded his tomb.
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