A Mighty Saint is on the Runway, the sky seemed to say for 2 whole days.

Charlotte was engulfed in a real encapsulating fog. It was the proverbial thick as peanut butter fog. That kind of fog used to make me afraid, until Aunt Ed passed. Aunt Gwen stepped out of the fog to us, in her white fur coat and said, Ed's on the runway. Ever since that moment the fog has reminded me that someone is going home to glory or into eternity. It makes me pray and it makes me rejoice for Heaven's gain.

This time it was a tremendous gain for Heaven and a tremendous loss for the earth. Most of America's proselytes can claim their soul salvation to the preaching of this mighty man. What a warrior for men's souls he was and what a symbol of the beauty of a seed sown in faith reaping some thirty, some sixty and some a hundred fold. The entire State of NC seems a more blessed place for having housed and nurtured this heroic family that sent their daddy and husband far and wide to win the lost. The State and the Country are none the worse for his travels. Like Gulliver a giant soul, he preached a very big God. He changed the entire dynamic of evangelism for everyone after him. He boiled the gospel down to the reality of change in the soul and heart. Jesus can soften the heart of a wicked sinner. That is the hardest job in this world. Everything after that can fall into place, once a heart becomes Jesus' home. One soul at a time, in mighty clouds of masses of people came to hear him preach about Jesus. So many became changed that there could be no church to house them all. What a great reception he must have had in heaven!