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Dr. E. H. Rawlings, 
 
 810 Broadway, 
 
 Nashville, Tennessee. 
 
 Dear Dr. Rawlings: 
 
 I congratulate you on your worthy tribute 
 to Bishop Lambuth. It is entirely fitting that 
 this memorial to our best-beloved and most 
 distinguished missionary and world citizen 
 should have been written by one who traveled 
 and wrought with him in many lands. 
 
 The Church, the missionaries and number¬ 
 less friends and admirers of many faiths and in 
 many countries will welcome what you have 
 done to commemorate a great and unselfish 
 ministry to mankind. 
 
 No words, however eloquent, can add to the 
 lustre that his deeds have already lent to his 
 memory. But your tribute has a greater mis¬ 
 sion than eulogy, however deserving, and has 
 been inspired by a higher motive. May it be 
 blessed of God in fulfilling that higher purpose 
 of kindling the missionary passion, exalting 
 prayer as a working force and so hastening the 
 reign of Him whose coming into the world we 
 are today celebrating. 
 
 Christmas Day, 1921. 
 
ForevJord 
 
 This little booklet is not intended in any 
 sense as a “Life” of Bishop Lambuth. Some 
 man qualified in head and heart for the task 
 will produce a larger work as a biography that 
 should live as a missionary classic in the liter¬ 
 ature of the Church. It is too soon to speak 
 definitely, but as one might naturally suppose 
 the matter is under consideration by those 
 concerned and we are hoping that service will 
 not be long delayed. 
 
 At the last session of the Virginia Annual 
 Conference, when I was asked to speak in a 
 memorial service for Bishop Lambuth, the 
 very thought of saying worthily the things 
 that ought to be said was, on the instant, the 
 despair of a heart that so profoundly cherished 
 the precious things of his remarkable life. But 
 in the busy hours of the Conference by day 
 and by night the recollections of an intimate 
 association for many years burned in my heart 
 until they flowed forth in an estimate which 
 voices, I hope, not only my own but the sin¬ 
 cere and spontaneous sentiments of other 
 thousands, great and small, in the Church, 
 who knew him as friend and brother. 
 
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The paper was afterwards used in the Upper 
 South Carolina and North Alabama Confer¬ 
 ences, and though several times urged to give 
 out the statement in some printed form, I 
 did not finally decide to do so until a note 
 came from Doctor S. H, Wainwright, Bishop 
 Lambuth’s long-time friend, enclosing an ac¬ 
 count of the revival in Oita, Japan, in the 
 early days of the Japan Mission, in which 
 Bishop Lambuth and others of his co-workers 
 received a remarkable spiritual blessing. This 
 account of the Oita experience supplied so 
 admirably what I felt was lacking in my own 
 paper and in the best estimate I had heard of 
 Bishop Lambuth’s life hitherto, that I decided 
 to print the memorial paper just as read before 
 the Annual Conferences, sending along with 
 it the account of the Oita experience as a 
 window through which the Church that so 
 affectionately and profoundly cherishes his 
 leadership may look in upon the deepest secret 
 of his devoted life. 
 
 I do not know anyone who better than 
 Bishop Lambuth combined with a generous 
 appreciation of the best in modern intel¬ 
 lectual method the old evangelical emphasis 
 in the propagation of the Gospel. It is neither 
 mystical nor mysterious, but simply Christian, 
 to believe that the “anointing” he received at 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Oita taught him how to hold safely the good 
 middle way of loyalty and progress that he 
 knew so well. I believe with all my heart that 
 the safe way for the Church in a time of change 
 and of confusion will not be found in the thesis 
 of the critic, either higher or lower, but in the 
 higher synthesis of Pentecost. 
 
 Since the beginning of the Centenary Move¬ 
 ment I have visited all our old mdssion fields 
 but one, and I have returned with one im¬ 
 pression that glows and impels with the force 
 of an invincible conviction; and it is that our 
 supreme need in every field is for another 
 Pentecost and that the set time for its coming 
 is upon us if we will faithfully claim it. May 
 the Centenary ideal everywhere struggling 
 for utterance in a great revival find instant 
 reinforcement in the recollection of this ex¬ 
 perience of our fallen leader. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Bishop Walter R. Lambu^h 
 
 MISSIONARY 
 
 The condition of Bishop Lambuth was 
 more serious when he was leaving for the field 
 last summer than his friends or even his 
 physician knew. He was ill on board ship, 
 got better, but was uncomfortable and far 
 from well in the long trips he took in China, 
 Korea and Manchuria, until during the ses¬ 
 sions of the Japan Mission held in Karuizawa, 
 his trouble became so acute that he must 
 hurry for an operation to the Yokohama 
 General Hospital, Yokohama, Japan. 
 
 The operation was performed on September 
 13th, and a cable, coming immediately to his 
 wife, said: “Operation, skilled American 
 surgeon, doing nicely.” September 15th the 
 second cable said, “Doing nicely.” September 
 16th, “Constant improvement,” September 
 18th, “Out of Danger.” But on September 
 26th two cables came. The first said, “Con¬ 
 dition serious, heart complication,” and a 
 little later in the day another cable with the 
 sorrowful message: “At rest, instruct Towson 
 at Yokohama.” 
 
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There is good reason to believe that he in 
 some measure foresaw what so soon awaited 
 him. In one of the last conversations I had 
 with him before his return to the field, as we 
 talked over the work, its outlook and needs, 
 he confided the impression that he should not 
 return to the East after this quadrennium; 
 and, when I insisted that such was his relation 
 to these fields that no one could do the work 
 as could he, with the positiveness of conviction 
 he still declared that he probably would not 
 return. 
 
 Certainly when the summons came, his 
 house was in order and he was ready with his 
 accounting. The day before the operation 
 in Yokohama, he dictated a letter to Doctor 
 Pinson setting forth with characteristic 
 thoughtfulness the condition of the work, and 
 in a manner and spirit that in every line of 
 that remarkable communication breathes the 
 consciousness of impending change. That 
 letter reached our office, and was first read 
 many days after the end had come, and as the 
 Church reads it now it will sound as it did to 
 us, the voice of our great leader and friend 
 speaking still the word of faithfulness so like 
 him, but out of the silences of the world invis¬ 
 ible and immortal: 
 
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' General Hospital, Yokohama, Japan, 
 
 September 11, 1921. 
 
 Doctor W. W. Pinson, Secretary, 
 
 Nashville, Tenn. 
 
 My dear Doctor: 
 
 It seems necessary, under the circumstances, that I 
 write you a few lines concerning matters that pertain 
 to the several Missions in the Orient. After landing in 
 Shanghai, on the 8th of July, I proceeded to Soochow 
 the next day and spent two days; then returned to 
 Shanghai and left, on the 14th, for the famine area, 
 through which I pressed, by rail, and satisfied myself 
 that nothing more, in an organized way, needed to be 
 done by the Committee in the United States. I went 
 on to Songdo, Korea, via Mukden, and spent three 
 days with Doctor Cram and then, with the party of 
 four, including Cram, Taylor, Brannon and Ryang, 
 went north in Manchuria, visiting Kirin and Harbin. 
 We have already decided to hold the Annual Meeting 
 of the Siberia-Manchuria Mission July 31st at Nikolsk, 
 instead of at Harbin. 
 
 From thence, we proceeded to Vladivostok, spending 
 a couple of days, then, returning to Harbin, turned 
 northward to Songdo, arriving there August 10th. 
 Here I spent nearly two weeks recuperating from a 
 severe cold contracted in Nikolsk; but took advantage 
 of the opportunity to go over plans and policies for 
 Korea and Siberia with Doctor Cram, with Miss Myers 
 concerning the new woman’s plant in Seoul, with Deal 
 and Carter about their industrial work; then went to 
 Wonsan to meet the Presiding Elders on one day and 
 the Medical men of the Mission on the next. Return- 
 
ing to Seoul, I reviewed the Seminary educational 
 policies and how to best conserve the results of the 
 Centenary work with Doctors Hardie and Cram. 
 During this visit I had an interview with the Governor- 
 General to restore Miss Smith, who had been retired 
 from the Principalship a year ago. 
 
 I outline the foregoing so that you may see nothing 
 has been neglected. In fact, almost every possible 
 preparation has been made for the Annual Meeting of 
 the Korea Mission and for the Annual Conference. 
 
 I reached Karuizawa on Monday night, where the 
 Annual Meeting was to begin on Tuesday, August 
 30th. For three days I was able to preside and meet 
 with the District Superintendents. By Friday, it was 
 imperative, under medical advice, to leave for a lower 
 altitude, where it was warmer and where I could get 
 much needed and skillful attention from a surgeon. 
 
 The appointments were all carefully made out before 
 I left. Doctor Newton took the chair and Doctor F. S. 
 Parker, by his presence and counsel, rendered most 
 valuable assistance. Words fail to express what I suf¬ 
 fered during the eighteen hours of travel and a night 
 spent in Tokyo. 
 
 My long-time friend and dear brother, W. E. Towson, 
 took me to the United States Naval Hospital in Yoko¬ 
 hama, where Doctor Raymond Speer, who is surgeon 
 in charge, relieved me, temporarily. I was brought 
 to the Yokohama General Hospital and have been 
 under his care for nine days, with but little amelior¬ 
 ation of condition, and must go on the table tomorrow 
 morning, Monday, September 12th. The surgeon is 
 spoken of as one of the most skilled in Japan, the in- 
 
stitution is well'ordered in every respect, and I have 
 every attention a reasonable patient could expect. 
 
 This is evidently a return of the attack, in a much 
 severer form, which I had on the Empress of Asia dur¬ 
 ing the last week of the voyage before reaching Kobe. 
 As you know, I went on to Shanghai, to have the 
 company of Brother Nance in case of an emergency, 
 and to get the continued benefit of the warmer atmos¬ 
 phere, which, through elimination, relieved the pelvic 
 organs. I was so anxious not to fail in meeting my 
 appointments, that I pushed on to Korea and Siberia, 
 making the land journey of something like four thou¬ 
 sand, two hundred miles without any great discomfort. 
 The Korea Annual Conference will begin its session 
 Wednesday, the 14th, but everything, to the last detail, 
 has been provided for excepting the ordinations. They 
 will elect their own President and I have authorized 
 Doctor F. S. Parker to represent me in such matters 
 as may pertain to the business of the Board of Missions. 
 
 The only remaining official business is that of holding 
 the China Mission Conference in Soochow, October 
 19th. My surgeon says I will not be able to travel 
 under thirty days. If I find it impossible to reach the 
 Conference by the date mentioned, I will postpone it 
 for two weeks. If I do not make a good recovery, the 
 Presiding Elders will be informed through Doctor 
 Hearn, and they will be under the necessity of carrying 
 out the schedule without my presence. 
 
 It is with the keenest regret that I am obliged to 
 make this statement, but the necessity is upon me. I 
 do not regret coming, save for the absence of my wife 
 and daughter at this juncture, and I long for their 
 presence and ministry. But Mrs. Lambuth and I 
 
committed ourselves to God years ago, when we first 
 entered the Mission field in 1877, and we and all of our 
 interests have been absolutely in His hands from that 
 time to the present day. 
 
 Brother Towson read me the following words this 
 morning from I. Peter, IV; 12, 13, 19—from Moffat’s 
 translation, “Beloved, do not be surprised at the ordeal 
 that is come to test you, as though foreign experiences 
 befell you. You are sharing what Christ suffered, so 
 rejoice in it that you may also rejoice and exult when 
 His glory is revealed. ... So let those who are 
 suffering by the will of God trust their souls to Him, 
 their faithful Creator, as they continue to do right.” 
 
 I have never experienced such joy in the ministry of 
 the saints. The missionaries have manifested a tender 
 solicitude as children to a father. I thank God for 
 them and for the native Christians, who have been 
 equally thoughtful and affectionate. May grace and 
 peace abound in the hundreds of churches that have 
 been established through godly men and women. 
 
 Since this has been dictated while lying in bed and I 
 have no means of copying, I will get you to forward 
 this to Bishop Collins Denny, Secretary of the College, 
 to whom I shall address a few lines, to be read by my 
 colleagues at the meeting in Richmond. 
 
 I pray that God will bless you in your burden bearing 
 for others and in the many responsibilities of your 
 office. 
 
 Cordially your brother, 
 
 W. R. LAMBUTH. 
 per W. E. Towson, 
 
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HIS SIMPLE HEART 
 
 Bishop Lambuth was the simplest hearted 
 great man I ever knew. The lowliest could 
 approach him and feel at home in his friendly 
 presence. On railroad trains and steamships 
 it was a little child, an old lady without a 
 companion, a lonely, unattractive stranger 
 I that attracted him. In every place, whether 
 
 at home or abroad, in China and Japan as in 
 America, there was some humble person, in no 
 wise connected with his official responsibility, 
 that must be looked up and seen. 
 
 In letters to the Secretary of the Board of 
 Missions in which he pleaded for enterprises 
 ! involving thousands of dollars, he took time to 
 
 I plead with equal urgency and even more ap¬ 
 
 parent personal enthusiam, for an old worn- 
 out Korean preacher who had no roof to cover 
 him, and no means of support; and, in a letter 
 from his daughter in which she speaks of his 
 business relation with the Board of Missions, 
 she says, “Father carried no life insurance 
 because he could not,” and after referring 
 several times to a subscription made by him 
 to the old superannuates ’ home, she says, “We 
 ( would like for the $500 coming from the Ten- 
 
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This does not mean that with his simple 
 human naturalness were not found easily 
 mingling elements of real greatness. Not 
 such elements as impress and dazzle most 
 when furthest seen, but such as broke upon 
 you unannounced, but unmistakable, as you 
 came closer to him. I have never known any 
 man who would bear closer inspection, or 
 any whose personality, to the men intimately 
 associated with him, showed more continual 
 surprises of greatness—those unfoldings of 
 personality, insight, courage, and achieve¬ 
 ment that, finding a man in life’s common¬ 
 places, even while we look on and wonder at 
 the transformation, lift him to the plane of 
 the heroic and the truly great. 
 
 HIS VISION OF FAR-AWAY FIELDS 
 
 I never knew a man who was so little satis¬ 
 fied with the here-and-now as he. I never 
 knew a man who had such visions of far-away 
 fields of need into which other men had not 
 gone, or who possessed such courage, such 
 restlessness, such passion of adventure to 
 cross frontiers, explore unoccupied regions, 
 lay new foundations and then build upon 
 them. 
 
 When we were traveling together in the 
 East, with the care of all the churches upon 
 
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him and the details of official service in three 
 missions crowding constantly upon his 
 thought, we found him thinking and talking 
 almost constantly of a new mission in what 
 at that time seemed the impossible field of 
 Manchuria and Siberia. In spite of dis¬ 
 couragements and difficulties, he was not satis¬ 
 fied until he himself had explored the field, 
 made his representation to the Board of 
 Missions, and with the Board’s authorization 
 gone in his own devoted person to open this 
 new and last of our mission fields. It was 
 with an exultation almost boyish in his enthu¬ 
 siasm that, in reporting the consummation 
 of his plan in Siberia, he says in one of his last 
 letters: “For its age, one year only, it is the 
 lustiest mission we ever started;” and out 
 of the pain and feebleness of that trying mis¬ 
 sionary journey, he exclaims in cheerfulness 
 and confidence, “I am feeling better, the 
 wonderful work in Korea and in Siberia has 
 been a tonic.” 
 
 Twenty-nine years ago, when visiting in 
 my home in Ashland, Virginia, he confided the 
 hope he had long cherished that some day he 
 might be privileged to open up a mission to 
 Africa. “Here,” I said, “is a wonderful 
 thing. Born the son of a missionary and 
 serving for many years as a missionary in 
 
sides the Siberia-Manchuria and Congo Mis¬ 
 sions, he opened the Japan Mission and was 
 its first superintendent. He was intimately 
 related to the establishing of the Korean Mis¬ 
 sion; he organized the Texas Mexican Mission 
 and the Pacific-Mexican Mission. In the 
 eleven years of his episcopal service he served 
 as Bishop in charge in Brazil, in Africa, in 
 Mexico, and in the Orient; and in this time 
 he visited Mexico twice, Brazil twice, Africa 
 twice, the Orient three times, and Siberia 
 twice. In all he made about eighteen trips 
 to Cuba, sixteen to Mexico, six to Brazil, two 
 to the heart of Africa on foot, and six or 
 seven to the Orient. Surely no man ever 
 wore or won more worthily than he the honor¬ 
 able fellowship conferred upon him by one of 
 the great geographical societies of the world. 
 
 IM VAST ACHIEVEMENTS 
 
 But his vision and courage were no more 
 wonderful than his achievements. He was 
 no mere visionary, projecting things in every 
 land and letting them fall away beneath 
 nervous and impatient hands. He had the 
 patience and skill to work out the multitude of 
 things he so courageously began. I thought I 
 knew something of his work as a missionary 
 already, but it was only when I traveled in 
 
China, pioneering, and with his great father 
 opening up for us the mission in Japan, his 
 great restless spirit would not be satisfied 
 until he had gone with the story of the Gospel 
 into the heart of the darkest continent on 
 earth!” 
 
 How he followed this little gleam out of his 
 own heart into the darkness, through the 
 vicissitudes of official service, how against 
 the judgment of good men who, with their 
 practical wisdom, had not his vision or his 
 courage, like some modern Livingstone, he 
 penetrated the wilderness, and taking with 
 him a little handful of missionaries, as the 
 spirit and God’s providence led him, and at 
 the very place to which, by tokens strange 
 but unmistakable, that spirit led, he opened 
 up our seventh mission in the heart of the 
 Belgian Congo, how he caught the imagination 
 of the Epworth League and through our 
 young people carried the heart of the Church 
 with him into Africa—all this and much more 
 of the story is now written down in the record, 
 and in the history of the Church will be read 
 as one of the romances of modern missions. 
 
 If this spirit of sanctified adventure had 
 moved only once or twice it would not have 
 been so wonderful, but it was the habitual and 
 dominant thing in his life throughout. Be- 
 
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missionary territory, especially in the Oriental 
 fields, that I came fully to appreciate the 
 work he had done as a missionary long before 
 his service as secretary or bishop was begun. 
 
 Everywhere in these three countries I came 
 upon his footprints and rejoiced in the sure 
 foundations laid by his skilled hands. Away 
 up at Peking, in the North, where our Church 
 has no work, in the Llama Temple he told us 
 how fifteen years before the priests had driven 
 him out of the temple in imminent peril of 
 his life. He mentioned what I had not known, 
 that thirty years before he had opened the 
 medical work of the Methodist Episcopal 
 Church in this city, and one day as we stood in 
 the magnificent building of the Young Men’s 
 Christian Association he recalled modestly 
 that he had organized that Association, which 
 was one of the first, if not the very first. 
 Association organized in China. 
 
 At Soochow I saw the University whose 
 foundations his hand had laid, and in that 
 same city the hospital that by Centenary funds 
 is growing into one of the three or four great 
 hospitals of China, and that as a young 
 physician with his brother-in-law. Doctor 
 Park, he founded. At the China Annual Con¬ 
 ference, I heard him, without an interpreter, 
 preach the Conference sermon in Chinese, and 
 
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he so delighted the Chinese that they ex¬ 
 claimed : ‘‘We have a Chinese Bishop at last. ” 
 
 In Japan his work was even more remark¬ 
 able. The church at Central Kobe, now being 
 rebuilt into what will be probably the most 
 imposing church structure in Japan, he origin¬ 
 ally built, and much of it with his own hands. 
 The Kwansei Gakuin, with a student body of 
 1700, the largest institution in the world with 
 which our Church is connected, and going to 
 the status of a university in a short time, he 
 founded. In order to get possession of the 
 land that he had purchased with money com¬ 
 ing to him in answer to prayer, he and his 
 cultured wife moved into a barn located on 
 the campus, and for a time used a hay loft 
 for a bed. 
 
 The Palmore Night School, with an unusual 
 registration of 1220, was the product of his 
 work, and many of the leaders of Japan Meth¬ 
 odism today were trained under his hand, 
 when, as a missionary, he taught the boys in 
 this night school. With his father he founded 
 the Hiroshima Girls’ School. At the General 
 Conference in Tokyo I was introduced to a 
 splendid Japanese preacher who saluted me 
 with a cordial welcome in English. The next 
 day he was elected Bishop of the Japan 
 Methodist Church. That stalwart young 
 
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leader had come to Christ and been largely 
 trained for his great leadership under the 
 ministry of Bishop Lambuth, speaking of 
 him affectionately as his '‘Great Lover. ” And 
 when I saw the strength and influence of 
 the Japan Methodist Church, one of the great 
 churches of that country and of the world, 
 I could not forget that one of Bishop Lam- 
 buth’s last acts as Missionary Secretary was 
 to share in the setting apart and organization 
 of the Methodist Church in Japan. 
 
 In Mexico, Cuba and Brazil, with native as 
 with missionary, his name is a household word, 
 and his going away will be felt by multitudes 
 in all these lands as a great personal sorrow. 
 
 TRUE IN THE GREAT TESTING 
 
 But no less than in his power to see and ad¬ 
 venture was he great in his power to suffer. 
 So quiet and uncomplaining was he that no 
 one would have suspected who did not know 
 that his life was ever other than smooth and 
 unruffled. But besides the fact that 
 physically, as his daughter says in a recent 
 letter, he was far from strong, there were con¬ 
 ditions in his home that made his service in 
 recent years peculiarly trying. Through those 
 days and nights of travel and toil in the 
 
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Far East, we knew that in spite of his unfail¬ 
 ing cheerfulness he was carrying a breaking 
 heart. He was thinking of the stricken com¬ 
 panion many miles away and needing so much 
 his companionship and tender care. 
 
 When information came to him that he had 
 been assigned as Bishop to the Orient, un¬ 
 decided what he should do in view of his wife’s 
 critical condition, he turned to her and asked, 
 “What about it?’’ Without a moment’s 
 hesitation she answered, “You are going. ’’ 
 
 He came to Korea in the midst of the bitter¬ 
 est religious persecution that has come to the 
 Church in any country in modern times, and, 
 entering so completely into the fellowship of 
 their sufferings, he endeared himself all the 
 more to them by speaking freely of his wife’s 
 solicitude for the Korean people, telling 
 them that when he hesitated to leave her, 
 because it seemed doubtful now, if he did, 
 that he should ever see her alive again, she had 
 said: “No, no, you must go. The Koreans 
 need you more than I do. ’’ 
 
 The sacrifice of both was no less heroic, or 
 their suffering less real and poignant, that an 
 agreement in sacred dedication many years 
 before, made this pathway of loneliness plain 
 beneath their pilgrim feet. In one of his last 
 letters to Doctor Pinson, he said: “My wife 
 
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and I put ourselves into God’s hands years 
 ago, and we are in His hands now. I have no 
 fear for the future. He leads and provides.” 
 
 HIS LIFE’S SECRET 
 
 The secret of his life is not far to seek. The 
 spirit of unselfishness in service, of humility 
 and faith and sacrifice, mark him as a man 
 who had been with Jesus Christ, and the 
 providences of his life strongly suggest that at 
 the hand of his great Master he carried some 
 high commission. 
 
 His great-grandfather, William Lambuth, 
 was born in Hanover County, Virginia, and 
 was sent by Bishop Asbury as a missionary to 
 the Indians in the wilds of Tennessee. His 
 grandfather, also a William, was sent as a 
 missionary to the Indians of Alabama. In 
 the midst of a protracted meeting which he 
 was conducting in Greene County, Alabama, 
 in 1839, William Lambuth left without ex¬ 
 planation. When he returned they were in 
 a missionary meeting, and he explained his 
 absence by saying: “I was called home by the 
 birth of a baby boy. In heartfelt gratitude 
 I dedicated the child to the Lord as a foreign 
 missionary, and I now add a bale of cotton to 
 send him with.” The baby was James 
 William Lambuth, father of our great Bishop. 
 
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The young teacher from the North that cast 
 in her fortune with J. W. Lambuth, becoming 
 in vision and courage as great a missionary as 
 either her husband or her son, before their 
 marriage put $5.00 into amissionary collection, 
 with a card saying, “I give myself to this noble 
 work.” The grace of Jesus Christ in his 
 wonderfully gracious life answered throughout 
 to the providence of his great vocation. In 
 these prenatal days, taking 133 days then from 
 America to China, upon the rolling sea, who 
 would say that into his dawning spirit was 
 not wrought, in the very constitution and fiber 
 of his personality, that restlessness which, 
 when he had once heard the call and received 
 his royal commission, would not rest or pause, 
 but going, ever going, crossing new frontiers, 
 exploring new fields, our pioneer and ex¬ 
 plorer, the great Pathfinder of our Methodism, 
 could never for a moment pitch his moving 
 tent so long as upon the soil of this whole earth 
 there was still one solitary field unoccupied 
 by the Church of Jesus Christ. Certainly the 
 vision of J. W. Lambuth, the courage and hero¬ 
 ism of Mary Lambuth, came inevitably to the 
 boy of that home as his greatest inheritance, 
 becoming also his best equipment for the high 
 service of the Church and his generation to 
 which God’s Providence called him. 
 
A great evangelist of the last generation has 
 said: “The world is yet to see what one man 
 might accomplish whose life was wholly given 
 to God.” In the life of the evangelist himself 
 the world well nigh saw it, but in no one else in 
 our generation was that demonstration more 
 nobly made than in the life of Walter Lam- 
 buth. In my heart I believe that the great 
 apostle to the Gentiles was not more truly 
 separated from his mother’s womb for the 
 work to which he was called than was Walter 
 Lambuth to lead out a Church, and largely the 
 Church in his generation, into larger fields of 
 missionary endeavor and achievement. 
 
 THE WHOLE CHURCH MOURNS 
 
 It is not, therefore, wonderful that when the 
 cable came announcing the death of Walter 
 Lambuth, church bells tolled from one end of 
 our great Southland to the other, for all over 
 this country, and not in our own Church only, 
 there are multitudes of people who mourn his 
 going as a brother and friend. Long before 
 his death, a distinguished leader of another 
 Church, in some public statement, declared 
 that the most heroic and self-sacrificing mis¬ 
 sionary it had been his privilege to know was 
 Bishop Walter R. Lambuth, of the Methodist 
 Episcopal Church, South. In one of the great 
 
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inter-denominational committees convening 
 in New York, when intelligence of his death 
 came, announcement was formally made and 
 testimonies were given of hia great service to 
 his generation. And one of the world’s great 
 religious leaders, voicing the feeling of us all in 
 prayer said: ‘‘We are inexpressibly shocked 
 by the word that has just come to us of the 
 going away of our great friend and brother; 
 we are still groping and cannot find our way, 
 the chasm made by his going is so vast.” 
 
 Those of us who were closest to him and 
 officially associated with him find ourselves 
 lonely and embarrassed at every turn of the 
 work in the fields to which he was so peculiarly 
 related. We are stunned, and are staggering 
 our way beneath the mystery of his untmely 
 taking away. That mystery hangs still about 
 us. But I can only think with reverence of 
 that time when the great Master of us all 
 paused at the noon-tide of his work and said 
 that he must lay it down, and when His dis¬ 
 ciples besought him to remain and continue 
 to lead them. He only assured them it was bet¬ 
 ter that he went away, for only so would he 
 send his spirit upon the Church. It is no sac¬ 
 rilege or irreverence to think of our fallen 
 leader in the fashion of his great Master. 
 
 May it not be that as much as we need the 
 
inspiration and guidance of his personal 
 leadership, even more does the Church need 
 the touch and contagion of his great spirit! 
 
 And if to the Church, in a time like 
 this, shall come his spirit of vision and cour¬ 
 age, a passion for service that counts no cost 
 and a confidence, a faith in God, that dares any 
 danger or difficulty—if as we look with sorrow¬ 
 ful eyes to see him as he is taken away from 
 us this day, a double portion of the spirit of 
 Walter Lambuth shall come upon us all, the 
 hurt of our loneliness will for many days en¬ 
 dure but the Providence of his going will be 
 clear and sure. 
 
 “Tomorrow I go under the surgeon's knife. I have no 
 fear and feel no anxiety for the result, that is with God and 
 Him alone, whose I am and whom I serve. I am concerned 
 about the work and the workers in these four great fields 
 and about the peace and health of my loved ones at home, 
 but these and they are in the care and keeping of the great 
 Shepherd of the sheep.”—Words of Bishop Lambuth 
 the day before the operation. 
 
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 32 
 
Bishop Walter R. Lamtufh 
 
 A MEMORY 
 
 The past is not all alike to us. Some of the 
 events of the years gone by are but as dim 
 legends to us now. Other events leave be¬ 
 hind impressions that resemble the glow on 
 the mountain tops reflected by the setting 
 sun after it has dropped below the horizon. 
 It is an event of the latter kind of which I 
 wish to give an account. More than three 
 decades have intervened since that day, yet, 
 the personal experience of the small group of 
 men, who were made to rejoice together, is as 
 vivid to our minds now as something that 
 occurred yesterday. 
 
 The place where the event occurred was 
 Oita, our first mission station. It was a pre- 
 fectural seat on the island of Kyushiu, a town 
 situated on the curved shore of a bay which 
 forms a part of the Inland Sea famed for its 
 scenery. It was here that Francis Xavier, 
 more than two centuries before, had come 
 ashore and won over to the Catholic faith the 
 Daimio and many of his people. It was on 
 this island that persecution later wrought its 
 greatest havoc, when every visible trace of 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Catholicism was destroyed in Japan. It was 
 on ground made sacred by Christian martyr¬ 
 doms, at that time of bitter opposition, when 
 both missionaries and Japanese converts 
 sealed their faithfulness with the cheerful 
 offering up of life itself. It was among a 
 population, required for two centuries after¬ 
 ward and until 1872, to trample on the cross 
 of Christ and renounce the '‘Evil Sect.” It 
 was not far away from this place, in a neigh¬ 
 boring town, called Takeda, that an old bell 
 still hangs in a heathen temple, with a cross 
 molded into it, a fitting symbol of the apparent 
 defeat of the earlier Christian missions pro¬ 
 jected in that region. 
 
 It was at Oita, amidst such surroundings, 
 that we first took up our task as missionaries 
 to Japan. We stepped ashore at 2 o’clock 
 in the morning, accompanied by Dr. Lambuth, 
 the Superintendent of the Mission, who left 
 us after a day or two to work out our problems 
 in this new and peculiar field. In the morning 
 the sun rose over beyond the Bungo Nada and 
 the Pacific Ocean and the homeland far away. 
 In the evening, the group of hills at Beppu, 
 about 8 miles, away, glowed with the light of 
 the sunset and had been smoothed down and 
 clothed in verdure, though in the not long ago 
 they were active volcanoes, and still con- 
 
 34 
 
cealed in their depths burning fires. It would 
 be beyond words to tell how happy we were 
 during the first days and months, tasting the 
 unspeakable joy of seeing realized the bright 
 dreams that had brought us across the Pacific 
 Ocean in an adventure for the Master’s cause. 
 We set to work with unbounded enthusiasm. 
 The people were friendly. The choicest young 
 folks of the community gathered about us. 
 Success seemed easy and victory a prize won 
 without cost. There were many hearty de¬ 
 cisions for Christ among the young men and 
 young women who came to our place for Bible 
 study. 
 
 But in the course of time the new loyalties 
 of the young converts came into conflict with 
 ancient customs. Young Hirotsu, for ex¬ 
 ample, a student in the normal school, where 
 Mrs. Wainright was teaching, was expelled. 
 He had declined on the ground of conscience, 
 a new principle of action in matters of faith in 
 that community, to worship the spirits of 
 fallen soldiers at the annual ceremony con¬ 
 ducted in the cemetery for that purpose. 
 There was much persecution in the homes of 
 the Christians. The Yanagiwara brothers 
 suffered much at the hands of their father 
 whose business it once was to see that the 
 people trampled on the cross of Christ. The 
 
opposition deepened and grew bitter and be¬ 
 came threatening and even violent. Our 
 house was attacked and our lives were threat¬ 
 ened. When adversaries without were most 
 active, a blow from within was more dis¬ 
 heartening still. The most mature member 
 of our congregation turned atheist and sought 
 to overthrow the faith of the others among 
 whom he had been the leader. 
 
 Matters were fast approaching a crisis. 
 Our responsibility bore heavily upon us. Had 
 not those young souls responded to our ap¬ 
 peals, and, in many instances, accepted the 
 call to Christian faith and service at the cost 
 of peace in the home and of good fellowship 
 with their friends? They had accepted the 
 Scriptures and doctrines of the Church and 
 were obedient in all things and were ready to 
 suffer for the cause they had championed. 
 They had been established with us in Christ, 
 yet there was a feeling of insecurity which 
 troubled us. We could not say that ‘‘God 
 hath also sealed us, and given the earnest of 
 the Spirit in our hearts.” We had intro¬ 
 duced the tradition, the word of testimony, 
 on which the cause rested. Our strength was 
 in the letter and not in the spirit. The con¬ 
 gregation had been trained to Christian work, 
 disciplined in the Christian life and taught the 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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il' 
 
 scriptures, so far as we in our youthful way 
 were able to do the work of missionaries. Yet 
 we felt that all odds were against us. The 
 world and its opposition, the intractable cus¬ 
 toms of an ancient society, and the powers 
 of darkness always and everywhere ready to 
 contest every step made in Christian advance, 
 seemed too great to be overcome. We were 
 all young, all laymen and all inexperienced. 
 
 At the time when the most critical stage was 
 reached, prayer became a reality in our lives. 
 It was our last resort and should have been 
 our first. We knew literally what it was to 
 pray without ceasing, to carry about with us 
 day and night a crushing burden, to call upon 
 God for some token of His presence and mani¬ 
 festation of His power when the need for such 
 was indeed desperate; what it was to continue 
 in supplication until even physical strength 
 failed us and our hearts grew faint with much 
 pleading. But never for a moment did a doubt 
 cast a shadow upon our own minds that God 
 was able to perform a mighty work in Oita 
 as he had done in the camp meeting and in the 
 revival service in the homeland to which we 
 had been witnesses from childhood. 
 
 The year was drawing to a close, our second 
 year at Oita, when Dr. Lambuth, Y. Yosh- 
 ioka and H. Nakamura visited us. When we 
 
informed Dr. Lambuth that for more than 
 two months we had been engaged in incessant 
 prayer for victory in that community, we were 
 greatly surprised to hear from his own lips that 
 he himself for sometime had been earnestly 
 seeking a blessing in his own personal life and 
 a greater degree of spiritual power in the work. 
 He had been engaged in medical work up to 
 the time he came to Japan where new re¬ 
 sponsibilities were placed upon him, as Super¬ 
 intendent of the Mission, for Christian leader¬ 
 ship. He had been brought to feel a sense of 
 need, a deep desire for spiritual qualifications 
 to do the work now expected of him, and 
 directly connected with the furtherance of the 
 gospel. He expressed the hope that the con¬ 
 verging of lines of prayer our conversation 
 had brought to light would result in a signal 
 answer while they were present at Oita and 
 before the end of the year. 
 
 We do not recall whether it was on the last 
 day of the year or a day or two earlier. But 
 preceding a night service that had been an¬ 
 nounced for the congregation, four of us knelt 
 for prayer in my study about four o’clock in 
 the afternoon, namely W. R. Lambuth, Y. 
 Yoshioka, H. Nakamura and myself. After 
 we had spent some time on our knees, and 
 while Dr. Lambuth was praying, a very 
 
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strange thing occurred. While praying in a 
 deliberate manner, his voice suddenly began 
 to show weakness and gradually seemed to fail 
 him. We could tell by his language that he 
 felt a disturbed sense of the presence of God. 
 He begged for release from an oppression his 
 strength could not endure. What troubled 
 him, and seemed to terrify him, was a con¬ 
 sciousness that God was near and mysteriously 
 visible to him. His failing strength, which 
 might have alarmed us, really gave us no con¬ 
 cern. And yet it seemed that life was 
 actually sinking away. When his voice grew 
 weak and reached almost the vanishing point, 
 he began to call upon Christ to stand between 
 him and the overpowering Presence. That 
 plea evidently met with response, for he began 
 to rally and seemed to have a distinct vision of 
 the approach of Christ. At this point not 
 only did he begin to rally, but what seemed 
 to be an upward tide swept the room. It car¬ 
 ried away burdens that had rested heavily 
 upon us for months. It liberated our spirits 
 and our joy was so great that we scarcely 
 knew whether we were in the body or out 
 of the body. The time slipped by without 
 our knowledge and before we had arisen from 
 our knees the maid came to announce the 
 evening meal. No one went to the table, as 
 we remember. The experience of the after- 
 
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noon was so intense we were preoccupied 
 with the joy of the moment. The upper 
 rooms were not all in Jerusalem, but there 
 in that distant spot God had poured out his 
 Spirit upon us as upon those at the 
 beginning. 
 
 The evening hour soon came and the con¬ 
 gregation gathered in the adjoining house 
 where a place of worship had been provided by 
 converting two large rooms into one. Dr. 
 Lambuth opened the service and Dr. Yoshioka 
 delivered the address, speaking with great 
 earnestness. Indeed there was a peculiar 
 glow upon his face as he told of Christ and his 
 grace to save. After a song all knelt in prayer. 
 Following the custom one succeeded another 
 in leading the congregation. It was while we 
 were on our knees, that suddenly out of the 
 great unseen there swept upon us and through 
 the congregation a power as real as it was 
 mysterious. All seemed to bow under its in¬ 
 fluence as the grain sways before the wind. 
 Some were overawed. Some were smitten in 
 their consciences. Some were made joyously 
 happy. It was a memorable scene. Namio 
 Yanagiwara, one of the leaders among the 
 young men, rose to his feet, opened the New 
 Testament at the second chapter of Acts and 
 began to read. Lifting the Book up so that all 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 40 
 
 
 
 
could see it and pointing his finger to the 
 Word, he declared with earnestness and em¬ 
 phasis that the account which they had read, 
 but hitherto could not understand, was now 
 fulfilled before their eyes. It was well on 
 toward midnight when the closing hymn was 
 sung and when all faces seemed to be as one 
 face because of the common light that rested 
 upon all. On the way home some were con¬ 
 verted who had been present. The next 
 night so many came that the big front gates 
 had to be barred after the house was filled. It 
 was noised abroad among the people that God 
 had come down and made himself known to 
 the Christian congregation. 
 
 Such is an outline account of the event 
 about which Bishop Lambuth took a peculiar 
 delight in speaking. We have retold the 
 story in order to relate the part he had in it, 
 and to give an account of his memorable ex¬ 
 perience from the point of view of those pres¬ 
 ent in the room, an experience about which he 
 said little when telling the story of the Oita 
 Revival. We have spoken of the situation in 
 order that the conditions most peculiar and 
 trying may throw light upon what took place. 
 Bishop Lambuth’s death, we believe, was the 
 first break in that circle of men who were made 
 to drink together of the one Spirit. The two 
 
 41 
 
Yanagiwara brothers, Kugimiya, Oshima, 
 Yoshioka, Nakamura and others who were 
 present have wrought faithfully through the 
 years and are now outstanding as leaders in 
 the Japan Methodist Church. All alike look 
 back to the time about which we have written 
 as to a Pentecost. 
 
 Whatever may be said of the nature of the 
 event at Oita, it brought nothing but good to 
 the lives of those who had part in it. What 
 took place was swift and immediate and de¬ 
 cisive, yet the fruit has been permanent 
 through the succeeding years. There was 
 something about the experience that answered 
 perfectly to the heart yearning of those who 
 entered into it. God’s Word was apprehended 
 in a fresh light that day and was relished in its 
 own living significance and power. The Chris¬ 
 tian religion asserted itself, so to speak, in its 
 absoluteness. We were made to feel that our 
 sufficiency was in the Spirit, without the need 
 of dependence upon any earthly power. 
 
 Among those so signally blessed by this 
 supernatural visitation, none was more pro¬ 
 foundly impressed than was Bishop Lambuth 
 himself. None had a more fundamental un¬ 
 derstanding of its true nature and meaning 
 than he. In a letter to the Missionary Re¬ 
 porter of May, 1890, he detailed the spiritual 
 
 42 
 

 
 
 manifestation and his article produced a deep 
 effect throughout the missionary world. 
 
 “These persecutions,” he wrote “brought 
 Dr. Wainwright and his noble band of boys 
 down upon their knees. By the time we 
 reached Oita an atmosphere of an approaching 
 shower of grace was over them and filled the 
 church. Upon the evening of December 31 
 four of us assembled in our brother’s sitting- 
 room as one man for prayer and rededication 
 of ourselves. We then and there received 
 such a revelation of the presence of the 
 Almighty as we had never before experienced. 
 For two hours we four wrestled with God. 
 It was our Peniel. We saw God face to face, 
 and were preserved. I say this with awe and 
 humility. Such a humbling of ourselves we 
 never had before. The awful presence of a 
 pure and holy God threw us upon our faces 
 prostrate before him. 
 
 “After two hours we arose, and gazed into 
 each other’s faces with mute astonishment; 
 whether in the body or not in the body, we 
 scarcely knew. Unable to eat supper, with 
 one accord we assembled in the adjoining 
 chapel. One of our native brethren—Brother 
 Yoshioko—preached as though inspired. I 
 have never before heard such a sermon from 
 any tongue. The Holy Spirit fell upon us 
 
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with a mighty rush and swayed the congre¬ 
 gation as if by the sweep of a tornado. Con¬ 
 viction was followed by conversion, and the 
 shouts of the redeemed ascended to heaven. 
 
 “Four young men have been called to the 
 ministry as a result of that meeting. Two 
 are in our Kobe Bible school today. Two 
 Bible women have been given us. The young 
 men—God bless them—rushed from the house 
 after 12 o’clock that night; and going to their 
 homes, waked their heathen parents from their 
 heavy vslumbers, and with tears urged them to 
 repentance. The Lord answered their 
 prayers, and the parents of several came dur¬ 
 ing the next two days, and with moistened 
 eyes confessed that they had wronged their 
 sons. 
 
 “In ten days more the blessing came to 
 our boys’ school in Kobe, and at this writing 
 not one heathen boy is left in our dormitories; 
 to a man they have professed faith in Christ 
 as a personal Saviour. Rejoice with us, dear 
 Doctor; this is indeed the hand of the Lord. 
 ‘His hand is not shortened.’ ’’ 
 
 There was a rich significance in Bishop 
 Lambuth’s experience that afternoon. How 
 different it was from what is often described as 
 the mystic realization of God! There was 
 nothing vague or abstract or indistinct about 
 
it. God was certainly more than an ex¬ 
 perience to him. He was an object as well. 
 It was no “pure presence” of which he was 
 conscious. The Divine Realities were as con¬ 
 crete to him as the interior of the room in 
 which we knelt. There was an impulse to 
 constant activity with Bishop Lambuth which 
 in part may have been a matter of tempera¬ 
 ment and in part the outworking of an eager 
 mind. But I never could be made to believe 
 that his years of activity and unwearied de¬ 
 votion to the Church were ever to be explained 
 apart from the intense moments at Oita when 
 his life seemed to hang by a brittle thread so 
 overpowered was he by the mysteries of the 
 Triune God, as truly objective to him as they 
 were divine. Now that the Church contem¬ 
 plates his career as a whole and will preserve 
 it in memory as one of its treasures, it is our 
 feeling that nothing in his eventful years is so 
 capable of becoming a blessing to others as a 
 consideration of his deep experience on the 
 occasion he himself took such a delight in 
 talking about to others. 
 
 "In our fraternal sympathy with our sister Church in 
 this hour of her bereavement, the Board of Foreign Mis¬ 
 sions, here assembled, wish to record the conviction that in 
 the passing of this fine spirit, this vision-gifted missionary, 
 this eminent bishop, this stalwart son of God, we and the 
 entire Christian world experience a loss unmeasured by 
 words, while the annals of the Church of Christ will ever¬ 
 more be enriched by the memory of a life to which we would 
 pay the tribute of our emulation.”—Memoirs Committee 
 of the M. £. Church, Nov. 28,1921. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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OUR PRAYER 
 
 We thank Thee, our Father, for 
 the gift of this thy faithful servant. 
 As abides in our hearts the sweet 
 memory of his life and testimony 
 among us, may a double portion 
 of his spirit come upon us,—his 
 vision and courage; his unselfish¬ 
 ness and faith and patience; his 
 passion of service, whether for 
 continent, heathen stranger or 
 humblest little child; his unfalter¬ 
 ing loyalty to the last command¬ 
 ment of our Lord. Upon the 
 heart of the Church at home and 
 abroad to its remotest bounds, 
 sorrowful and chastened by his 
 going, let there come the spirit of 
 his great Master and ours—the 
 spirit of enduement for service in 
 world-wide Pentecost. In the 
 name of Jesus Christ our Lord, 
 Amen. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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