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From: "Elvada Walker" <>
Subject: RE: [ARIZARD-L] interesting story - Lackey
Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2000 05:41:37 -0500
In-Reply-To: <3934FED9.51BA2AFE@centurytel.net>


Carl,

This is a wonderful story.
Please post any and all stories you have. My dad was Hubert Russell, would
you ask your dad if he knows any stories about growing up or knowing
anything about the Russells. They lived at Pineville at one tome. That is
where my dad was born. My great grand dad Dillard owned the farm where
Margaret and Darrell Killian live.
Do you have any obituaries for the Russells or Dillards?

Thank you,
Elvada Russell Walker

-----Original Message-----
From: Carl Whitfield [mailto:]
Sent: Wednesday, May 31, 2000 7:00 AM
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Subject: [ARIZARD-L] interesting story - Lackey


Archer William Lackey

Arkansas Methodist

This remarkable old gentleman is now living at Iuka. He was
ninety-one years old on the 15th of this month. I met him in 1894. It
was at a quarterly meeting at Galatia. The meeting with this
celebrated man was certainly providential. I saw him sitting on a large

rock, and being an inpressive looking character, I walked up to him,
and introduced myself. He was smoking a cob pipe, he arose, and
being on the highest ground he kept on going up, till I thought,
"Where will you stop old man?" He stood, clear light, 6 feet and 7 or
8 inches. Large frame and not fat, finely shaped head, and a piercing
blue eye. He felt it a great act of friendship and politeness for "the
elder" to give him such personal attention.
He was then 80 years old and a sinner, and had been a wicked man
all his life. A drinker, fighter, and profane. He become interested in

his soul's salvation, came to "the mourner's bench," got down on his
bony knees, and poured out his soul in earnest penitence and prayer.
He was the biggest and oldest man I ever have seen seeking Christ.
He found his Lord in full, free pardon, and arose praising God, and
those sky-blue eyes bright with joy that filled his soul. The old man
joined the church, and when asked by Bro. T. R. Hively if he wanted
to be baptised, looked up, smiled, and said, "No; my parents
dedicated me to God in holy baptism when I was a baby, and it was
the best thing they ever did for me." Eighty years had passed, but this

act had not lost its influence, though the old man had gone in many
forbidden paths. This morning in company with Bro. W. G. Sears,
the pastor, we went to see Uncle "Archer Bill." It was pathetic, he is
now confined to his room and bed, but is resigned and waiting for the
call to go up on high. I sang and prayed with him, and bade him good
bye, to meet him, I trust in the sweet by and bye. Sometimes I feel if
this old man is the only one who meets me in heaven I'll be repaid for
every mile of travel over those rocks and hills, for every song, prayer,

and sermon., for every sigh, tear, and heartache. It is this
individual
work, like our Lord did, that marks our lives with imperishable
monuments. May God help us to do more!

James F. Jernigan
Pineville, Arkansas



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