RURAL BRYANT, SD, PRESENTS:
The Good Soldier Of Christ,"
II Tim. 2: 3
A Nephew,
to Cora Katherine Stadem Taylor,
born March 5, 1915
making light of the hard life in Old Norway on the farm
Dedicated to Christ—
Not vanity of carnal self,
For which others rolled
Young lives like dice.
They’d hit the jackpot,
But Cora knew that all
They’d find at the end
Was a serpent’s hiss and emptiness.
(I Tim. 6: 10)
The easier road to take,
The rough pioneer road led
To Christless, jungle tribes
She and Carl chose,
For precious souls’ sake.
.
Made indeed all the difference
In life after life transformed
By the Gospel,
Convicting of sin and bringing repentance.
But oh, the joy of seeing the light
Turn on in the eyes of men and
Women, girl and boy!
(II Tim. 2: 10, 12)
And all the idols fall down
When a soul’s set free
And salvation is found.
And it transforms lives,
Makes a shining New Creature,
Plucked from the filthy gutter
And the drunkards’ stinking dives.
Locked in cells
Found freedom in Christ,
Escaped sin and their hopeless hells.
A half century, and more
Spent for missions
In beautiful but darkness-ruled Brazil,
For which they, if need be, would die.
His boots still on,
Serving God with relish.
Despite her great loss,
Souls yet unsaved
Were her prayer beneath the cross.
She’s reached Ninety-Eight
With a mind still young!
For the unsaved, lost soul;
Like Christ she loves all sinners
And wants them made whole!
that was her crowning reward,
For long life is promised
True servants of the Lord.
Was cut short,**
That’s how it looks to mortal eye;
Yet in the measure of God’s own court
She was complete
--so let the Lord tell Himself us
how and why.
Find Cora at her post,
Praying and witnessing
At Peniel.
Brown faces, black faces, white faces,
none of these she ever forsook.
They always found a smile,
After many a weary mile and
Enduring the expressions they met of disgust and dismay.
Coffee and pastry
To give cheer and some sweet,
And their spirits were lifted
As they went on their painful way.
Unto the least of these,
You have done it unto Me,"
so said her Master, the Man of Galilee,
The Cross-Bearer
Whom she set out long ago to please.
And so it's been a long, long wait
In heaven for her welcoming choir!