Articles Appearing In The Gospel Advocate After
The April 20, 1968 Death Of Marshall Keeble

Brother Keeble Passes
The Memorial to Marshall Keeble
The Special Keeble Issue 
Michigan Christian College Honors Marshall Keeble With Testimonial Dinner

Keeble As a Teacher
My Feelings About "Roll Jordan Roll"
A Recollection of Robert Keeble
Up from the Fields
Marshall Keeble And The College Lectureships
The Last Week Of His Life
Marshall Keeble, As I Knew Him

Stories and Sayings Of Marshall Keeble
Keeble As a School Man 
The Unforgettable Marshall Keeble
Brother Keeble At His Home Congregation
The Marshall Keeble I Knew

Brother Keeble Passes

On Saturday, April 20, 1968, the inimitable Marshall Keeble finished his course. Like Abraham, he "gave up the ghost, and died in a good old age, an old man, and full of years, and was gathered to his people." (Gen. 25: 8.) Had he lived until December 7, he would have been ninety years old. He had been preaching for more than sixty years.

Funeral services were conducted at the Madison church of Christ, Thursday at 11 A.M., by the writer and Albert Gray. Brother Keeble spoke to the writer about this matter about the time we prepared his booklet, Biography and Sermons of Marshall Keeble, in 1931. Brother Keeble was preeminently a preacher. He will be remembered for many reasons, but chief among these will be his work as a preacher of the gospel. He possessed many noble qualities.

One secret of his power and success was his humble and prayerful walk with God. He believed that "they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength." In his preaching one saw the devotional spirit of the Psalmist, the glowing fire of the prophets, the evangelistic fervor and zeal of the apostles, and the fearless courage of him who cleansed the temple. He impressed the listener as one who was mightily in earnest. He seemed to feel that woe was unto him if he preached not the gospel. His mission was to preach Christ and save souls. His heart yearned for the salvation of his people. He was not made proud and boastful by his success and the many highly complimentary things the brethren said about him, but rather the more humble and the more grateful to an all-wise Father for enabling him to be used for good. He realized that if he should cease to be humble he would be stripped of his strength as Samson was when his hair was cut. With him, "the power is in the gospel, not in Keeble."

During his lifetime, Brother Keeble received many expressions of appreciation and recognition. Men in all walks of life regarded him as an unusual man. On his eighty-seventh birthday, Mayor Briley of Nashville presented him a plaque bearing the inscription: "In grateful recognition of Marshall Keeble for his long-time service to his God and to his fellow man, preaching and teaching the gospel, baptizing 30,000 souls and establishing 350 congregations. His life's work, including his appointment as President of Nashville Christian Institute, is a shining example of good citizenship."

When Governor Clement appointed him "Colonel Aide-De-Camp" on his staff, he paid Brother Keeble this compliment: "His major contributions to civic causes, for benefits to social enrichment, for dedication to Christian leadership, for devotion to international education, and for a life of sacrifice to Nashville Christian Institute." Brother Keeble was the first member of his race to be put on the Governor's Staff in Tennessee.

While he was in Africa in 1960, the students of the Nigerian Bible College gave him a farewell party which was attended by the local governmental officials. "During the festival Keeble was presented a robe and made an honorary chief over one of the largest Nigerian tribes. He was presented the `walking cane' of authority by the Paramount Chief."

James O. Baird, President of Oklahoma Christian College, in 1962 said of him: "Brother Keeble is as remarkable and astounding as ever. Four thousand people came to hear him in Oklahoma City, marking the largest gathering of Christian people under one roof at one meeting in the history of our state. Scores of white brethren owe their conversion to him. Almost every Negro congregation in our state was either founded by Brother Keeble or reflects the imprint of his work through someone else. In this sense he is as much like Paul as any man among us."

There was only one Marshall Keeble.

"He was a man such, take him all in all, We shall not soon see his like again."

-Gospel Advocate Volume CX - Number 18 - May 2, 1968 page 274,278

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Gospel Advocate 

Volume CX - Number 29 - July 18, 1968

The Memorial to Marshall Keeble

Karl W. Pettus

In these days when it is difficult to find men of courage to step out and face the storms of social upheaval and political turmoil, men that will face the storms and the winds of change that are blowing all over the world without bending to the forces of evil or the pressures of politically motivated men in their quest for power, it is in these critical days that we have lost a great man, a giant among men, Dr. Marshall Keeble, an aged and honored soldier of the cross, our beloved brother has passed to his reward.

No flag was flown at half-mast in his honor. He wasn't eulogized by our nation's political leaders and political office seekers. He never won the coveted Nobel Prize. He never led a march or demonstration, peaceful or otherwise. He was never connected with a riot.

Like Noah of old, he was a preacher of righteousness. He pointed the way to thousands in their obedience to Christ. He was not called reverend. He was a tolerant man. He was at peace with all men everywhere. He didn't march for school integration, but he worked and spent himself for most of his life for Christian education. He gained equality and universal respect by the life he lived and the work he performed before God and his fellow man, both black and white. No day or week of mourning has been declared in his memory. But he will live for ages in the hearts of the thousands he pointed to Christ over the many years of his service to God and man.

I think those of us that profess to serve the same God that he did should build a memorial that the world might know about the dedicated life he lived and the Christian example he set to his race and to all people of all races everywhere. He was loved throughout the nation and the world. This memorial should not be out of steel and stone, but should be burned into the hearts of men everywhere, love, tolerance and compassion for each other. The observance of this memorial will heal the wounds that have been inflicted on this society in this and prior generations.

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GOSPEL ADVOCATE                                                                     July 18, 1968

The Special Keeble Issue

It is a privilege to prepare this Special Issue of the GOSPEL ADVOCATE on the life and work of our beloved Brother Keeble. There are many considerations which make it so. A few may be mentioned.

1. He deserved it. We know of no one who gave himself more unsparingly to the preaching and teaching of the gospel. Across a period of almost seventy years, he preached the gospel from the Atlantic to the Pacific; from the Great Lakes to the Gulf. Like Paul, he was in "journeyings often." (2 Cor. 11: 26.)

2. Our concern for the work among our colored brethren demands it. The GOSPEL ADVOCATE, from the articles of David Lipscomb following the Civil War, until the present, has encouraged and supported the work among the colored people of this country, as well as of other countries. The gospel is for all.

3. This generation needs the qualities that made Marshall Keeble great. He loved the Bible and believed it with all his heart. To him the Bible was complete and final authority. How often in his preaching he exclaimed: "The Bible is right." The love of Christ constrained him.

He accounted no sacrifice for Christ and his church too great. He loved his fellowman, regardless of race or color. They all heard him gladly. He never listened to alien voices which would array race against race. He was too wise to be influenced by those who would exploit his people to foment strife and trouble. He loved peace and always sought to promote it. When he lectured at any of our colleges his crowd was the largest, his commendations the warmest, yet he remained humble and modest. T. Q. Martin used to say he had too much sense to be spoiled by the things admiring brethren said to him. He possessed a fine sense of proportion and balance. He stayed on an even keel. He was steadfast and immovable in his devotion to truth and duty. He died as he had wanted to-in the discharge of his duty-in the service of the Lord.

His death has left a "vast lonesome space" in the lives of thousands, but his noble influence will linger as an inspiration and a blessing.

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Michigan Christian College
Honors Marshall Keeble
with Testimonial Dinner
E. Lucien Palmer

On the night of April 12, 1968, a Testimonial Dinner was held on the campus of Michigan Christian College in honor of Marshall Keeble. Jim Bill McInteer accompanied brother Keeble by plane to Michigan and served as emcee at the dinner. Those featured on the program in giving tribute to Brother Keeble were Lucien Palmer, Dan Woodroof, Milton Fletcher and O. A. Johnson (MCC Board Member).

The occasion was a delightful one. The Michigan Christian College Banquet Hall was full (with three hundred attending). The speakers and the audience in their own special ways gave honor and tribute to the life and works of Brother Keeble. The Michigan Christian College A Cappella Chorus presented a special program of songs especially loved by and meaningful to Brother Keeble.

Brother Keeble seemed to enjoy the evening completely, and when he spoke in response to the occasion, he seemed to be as he always was-full of himself and happy to be a part of God's world and the Lord's church. The entire audience rose and extended honor and appreciation to him-his life and good works. Even though we all knew his great age, little did we realize that within a week he would take leave from his earthly house and move into his eternal home.

Michigan Christian College was blessed to have this final opportunity to honor Brother Keeble. He will continue to be honored here through the years. With Brother Keeble we say, "To God be the glory forever and forever, Amen."  

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Keeble As a Teacher  
Willie Cato

One day while teaching a Bible class at Nashville Christian Institute I asked each student to define Christian education. His definition was written on a piece of paper and handed to me. I read those definitions with a great deal of interest and delight. One in particular still remains in my mind. A young lady defined Christian education as "hearing Brother Keeble speak every day."

Christian education is certainly the message of the Master being taught by one who walks in the steps of the Master. I know of no teacher who has done this more than my beloved brother in Christ, Marshall Keeble. His constant plea was, "The Bible is right." I have heard him make this statement over and over again until it has become a great part of me. In addition to knowing the Bible was right and defending it, he revealed the message which he knew to be true with great fervency of spirit. Brother Keeble was always enthusiastic, and always found the message of God to be challenging and rewarding.

I had the good pleasure of walking and working with Marshall Keeble for ten years. In all of these ten years I never came to know a weakness of Marshall Keeble. I do not mean to imply that he was divine-he was human. However, he had surely taken upon himself the divine nature. Every day he tried a little harder to become more like his heavenly Father. As a result of this effort, Marshall Keeble conquered his human weakness and grew taller in Christ. Of all the good and great men of God whom I have been blessed to know in my short life, none stands taller than Marshall Keeble.

The foundation which under girded all of his teaching was his Christian character and his knowledge that the Bible is right. He taught as one "having authority." Wherever he went people came to hear and hear they did. They heard a new message with new names, new ideas, new commands, new principles and this brought them to new actions and new relationships. Only eternity will reveal how many. He shared his training. He taught a boy, a man, a preacher, or anyone who would listen. He always looked forward to every speaking engagement. Record audiences were always in attendance. He did it until his death. He was constantly working in order to teach others who would teach others also. He desired that others would learn and lead.

His teaching was done in the midst of humble circumstances. Often during his life of service he suffered shame and blame. When Marshall Keeble "set his hands to the plow" there were no public accommodations for him. There were few public services of any kind from which he could receive assistance and encouragement. He bore this life gladly. Even as he reflected upon many of these "unpleasant" experiences, there was never a note of bitterness. Often he has told me that these circumstances brought him closer to God and made him rely more entirely upon God. Once I asked Brother Keeble how he had come to have such great faith and how he had learned to rely upon God so much. I distinctly remember that he stated, "I have had to rely upon God, he is the only one I had. The white man didn't like me because of the color of my skin. The colored man didn't like me because of my religion. Now son, who else did I have?" May all teachers have the same faith of this great teacher.

Brother Keeble often reflected upon many of the hardships which he experienced during his long life of service. He found many of them to be humorous. He was never discouraged by them and daily thanked God that they had fallen upon him for the "furtherance of the gospel." He often turned these experiences into lessons.

I would love to share with you a few of the great lessons that he has taught me. Early in my association with Brother Keeble, I went to him for advice and counsel. I found this to be profitable. Often while presenting a particular problem to Brother Keeble and asking what he thought best to do, it did not take long until he had simply said, "Son, do what is right." I remember on one particular occasion that he reminded me that if I would do what was right that I could always sleep well. He remained me that it would be necessary for me to sleep with my conscience. That advice worked-it still does, and I am still trying to follow his words of wisdom.

I was in his office one day when a mutual friend came by to see him. This person had really come to see Brother Keeble, but I remained in the office long enough 'to extend greetings and exchange a few words. Before I could get out of the office and leave Brother Keeble and his visitor alone, the visitor invited me to remain and brought out the purpose of his visit. During the course of the conversation, the visitor advised Brother Keeble that one of his brethren was saying some unchristian things about him. Brother Keeble simply changed the conversation making no remark concerning the man's statement. In a moment, the visitor told Brother Keeble for the second time. He also advised Brother Keeble that he should go to the brother and correct him in order that this useless talk could cease. After much persuasion on the part of the visitor, Brother Keeble replied, "Leave him alone, don't bother him. He is going to be the means of my salvation. I am going to overcome him."

On another occasion when Brother Keeble and I were out visiting the brethren in behalf of the work of Nashville Christian Institute, we were treated quite unkindly. On the way home Brother Keeble simply remarked, "Since it happened I'm glad it did, for it gives me another man to pray for." By these great lessons, I have been encouraged to feel more kindly toward anyone who would attempt to deal unkindly with me.

Marshall Keeble was a powerful teacher. I am persuaded that this great power came from his contact with God. He loved the Word of God. He always enjoyed the daily newspapers, the news broadcasts, good magazines, but above all of these he loved the Bible. He let God talk to him. He not only permitted God to talk to him, but he talked to God. How often Brother Keeble prayed during the course of the day no man will ever know. I do know he prayed very often. When he was in an automobile beginning a journey to a distant point, he prayed. If he did not pray he would call upon someone else to pray. As we rode along, he prayed-I would drive and he would pray. He did not pray silently; he prayed audibly-I heard the words. Now of course, I am confident that there were times when he did pray silently as we rode the highways. Once when he, some of the boys, and I were getting ready to leave for an appointment, we got into the car and I asked Brother Keeble to lead us in prayer. He said, "I have already prayed." However, without hesitancy, he prayed again. At night when he retired from the activities of the day he prayed. It was not uncommon for Brother Keeble to get up during the night, however, I have never known him to get back into the bed without first kneeling beside the bed and praying.

Several days ago while talking with his faithful companion concerning the preparation of this article, I told her that I wanted to reveal these moments of prayer that took place so often during the night. She encouraged me to do it, and besides this she told me that Brother Keeble never came home at night without both of them kneeling by the bedside and praying regardless of how late or even if she had already retired and was asleep. She told me that during his last days it was not uncommon for him to be sitting at home watching the television and he would often "steal away" just to pray. Brother Keeble never left a man without saying, "Pray for me." I am sure that if he had known when his last breath was to be, he would have used it to say, "Pray for me."

Brother Keeble taught me consideration for others. He always came to know the customs of other people and respected their customs. He sought out their wishes and as much as possible he favored them. He never was offensive. He was always considerate. He never wanted merely to "use" anyone. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we all could be as considerate.

Brother Keeble knew that in his course of teaching not all would be friends. He knew many would criticize him-even his own brethren. He admonished me to live so that you can "kill" your critics. On one occasion he told me that "not everybody will tell the truth about you, therefore be careful to live so that when something in error is told about you that your friends won't believe it anyway, and your enemies won't be able to prove it."

I could not tell all concerning this great teacher nor the lessons that he has taught. To be sure, my life has been blessed. I am better prepared to live and to die. I stand with that great host of students and join them in crying out to the Lord, "Pour out upon me a double portion of his spirit."  

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My Feelings About "Roll Jordan Roll"
Basil Overton

On the day he died, Marshall Keeble autographed one hundred copies of Roll Jordan Roll, his biography written by our talented brother, J. E. Choate. B. C. Goodpasture gave me one of these autographed copies. I shall always be grateful for this and many other blessings and favors I have received from Brother Goodpasture.

I have enjoyed reading Roll Jordan Roll. In this book Brother Choate has given a true picture of the inimitable and incredible Keeble. Every boy and girl needs to read this book, as well -as adults. Reader, you would do well to get a copy for yourself, and extra copies for others, especially for young people. Reading this good book will cause you to laugh, but it will also cause you to cry.

Thomas Moore said: "Humility is that low sweet root from which all heavenly virtues shoot." Thoreau said: "Humility like darkness, reveals the heavenly lights." Brother Keeble was humble; he was clothed with humility just as the Holy Spirit instructed him to be. (1 Peter 5: 5-7.) There is a lot of difference in growing and swelling. Brother Keeble did not "swell," but he grew! I never talked with him or heard him preach but that I was made more humble, and made grateful for God's "allowing me to be put in trust with the gospel."

It seems that some zealous young men among us may think nobody has evangelized yet, and these seem to want to tell us how evangelizing can be done. Roll Jordan Roll makes it clear that many have already evangelized-including many great Negro evangelists, and they did it under the burden of great hardships and difficulties. Brother, next time you talk to the Father, you thank him for such great evangelists as Marshall Keeble and others mentioned in Roll Jordan Roll. Also, "pray the Lord of harvest that he will send forth" many more such men into the harvest.

This scribe has often said that Marshall Keeble was the best psychologist he ever knew. Reading Brother Choate's book has confirmed that conviction.

Brother Choate has written a book that is easy to read: we should give it a wide circulation.  

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A Recollection of Robert Keeble
Mrs. Keith N. Slayton

Robert Keeble, father of the late, beloved Marshall Keeble, left neither silver nor gold, when he died, but he left his family a much greater and more lasting heritage-that of quiet dignity and an honest self-respect. This, I believe, was innate in his son, Marshall Keeble, and was a contributing factor in making him the noble and humble man of God, that we knew and loved.

One very simple recollection tells of this attribute of Robert Keeble-very simple in itself, yet revealing so much of the man.

Marshall Keeble was born on my family "home­place" at Murfreesboro, Tennessee, where his family had lived for many years; in fact his father was named for my great grandfather.

Many, many times, during the lifetime of my mother and grandmother, I heard each of them make the following statement, "Robert Keeble was always neatly dressed, and always wearing a stiff white collar; I never saw him, even though he might be plowing, without a stiff white collar."

Yes, few words but so revealing.

He knew the dignity and worth of a man, made in God's own image.  

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Up from the Fields
J. E. Choate

Marshall Keeble has come up from the teeming harvest fields. "Tens of thousands" of persons of many races around the earth swell the ranks of the churches of Christ because Marshall Keeble preached

the gospel. They gladly heard and many have gone into all the world preaching the Word of God.

Marshall fought a close battle with death beginning on December 28, 1967, when he was taken to Vanderbilt University with a severe infection in his leg aggravated by his diabetic condition. The physicians feared an amputation. It was "touch and go" for days. As the year turned Keeble was recovering. When he got on his feet again, it was apparent that time now was gradually eroding his life away. But his mind was clear, and his "sparkling wit" had not deserted him. He was able to preach first for the Jackson Street church; and a short time ago, Keeble spoke to an overflow crowd for the church at Waverly, Tennessee. Keeble spent some of his happiest hours on earth just a few days before his passing. President Lucien Palmer invited his old friend to Michigan Christian College.

A testimonial dinner honoring Marshall Keeble was the high point of the trip. He preached his last sermons in Inkster, Michigan, where Keeble's beloved friend, Homer Black serves as minister. Mary Campbell met Keeble's plane at the Nashville airport, April 17; and she described him "as happy as he could be."

Keeble rested all Thursday. And on Friday, he autographed one hundred and ten copies of his biography Roll Jordon Roll. This writer spent endless hours the last two years of Marshall Keeble's life while he re-lived his eighty-nine eventful years. This book is Marshall Keeble's story. The author simply recorded it. The man doesn't live who can tell the "Keeble story."

As Keeble grew stronger, plans were under way for a busy summer. He was scheduled to appear on the spring David Lipscomb College lectureship. A gospel meeting was already scheduled at an early date in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

On Saturday, the day of his death, Keeble rode with his wife to a car wash, and followed her about in the Sears Roebuck store that afternoon. He told Sister Keeble, "Next time you go shopping, I'm going to stay in the car."

Late that afternoon Keeble took a bath, put on his pajamas, and sat on the sofa to look at television. Sister Keeble heard him make a sound while she busied herself in the kitchen. She came to his side, his head was rolled back, she held him in her arms, he slumped to one side and became limp. M. Keeble was dead! Though he was rushed to Vanderbilt University, the "little mighty gospel warrior" was already camping way out on God's eternal fields.

All day Wednesday, April 24, Marshall Keeble lay in state in the Jackson Street church. A service was conducted at "prayer meeting" time presided over by the minister, Albert Gray. A few of his dearest friends spoke in the service, including Homer Black, R. W. Carvin, John O. Williams and Lucien Palmer. A group of college students from Southwestern Christian College in Terrell, Texas, sang special hymns.

Marshall Keeble's funeral service was conducted April 25, 1968 in the large and beautiful building of the Madison church of Christ. T. M. Jones, of Chattanooga, a long time friend of Keeble led the congregational singing. Dr. Thomas A. Jackson, distinguished Florida educator, who is a nephew of Sister Keeble, read the thirteenth chapter of First Corinthians. The music was furnished by the sextet from Southwestern Christian College and the Christian young people of the Schrader Lane church of Christ.

Long ago Keeble requested B. C. Goodpasture to preach his funeral. Keeble's friend, Lee Hardy and personal barber gave the benediction. Marshall Keeble had arranged with Mary Campbell the order of his funeral service before passing. Marshall Keeble was buried in Greenwood Cemetery with Albert Gray and Percy E. Ricks, his brother-in-law, officiating.

Yes, Brother Keeble is gone. Gladly did he live out his days and gladly has he gone to meet God. He lived deep into the sunset of life; and when the clear call came for him to go, without pain, and a heart filled with joy and at peace with God and man, he left us. Our hearts were filled with both joy and sadness as he rode the full tide out into the sea of eternity. A long time will pass before the awe and wonder that Marshall Keeble created in people still alive fades away. But the great influence of this one life, so deeply etched in the hearts of thousands of people ­living and dead- will grow down the gathering years.

Silent thousands passed by the last earthly remains of Marshall Keeble. Somehow the eulogy of Walt Whitman for Abraham Lincoln in his poem "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd" fits here: "For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands" is gone and his voice will no more be heard among us.  

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Marshall Keeble
And The College Lectureships
H. A. Dixon

It was the good fortune of the writer to know Marshall Keeble over a number of years and to have heard him preach on many different occasions. All of these are pleasant memories, for Brother Keeble had power in his personality and he knew so well the gospel as God's power to save. With these at his command he was always an impressive person to know and hear.

Humility of spirit and understanding of humanity made Marshall Keeble a challenging individual. Long ago the writer was convinced that if we could produce more of his kind we could solve every problem of race relationships. In his presence one felt no barriers or feelings or superiority.

For a number of years our lectureship committee at Freed-Hardeman College invited Brother Keeble to conclude the week's program at chapel services. He made these annually until 1968 when he was physically unable to be present. (Willie Cato spoke in his stead.) Without exception Keeble spoke to one of the largest audiences of each lectureship week. Many would stay over, although they had long trips ahead, to hear Brother Keeble. Many others came for this one particular program and they were never disappointed. Students on hand and visitors from far and near found these occasions to remember.

Sometimes the lectureship committee would suggest a title for Brother Keeble, and on occasions they asked him to prepare outlines for our lecture outline books. Relying upon notes or manuscripts, however, seemed to keep Keeble from being at his best, and so for a number of years we asked him to speak "promiscuously." In this Keeble took great delight. Sometimes he would say in beginning that he did not know what the title of his lesson would be, but after a few moments he would strike some favorable point of communication with his audience and that became his theme. It was always interesting and usually related to things current among our brethren. His talks came out of his long experiences as a preacher and from the overflow of his knowledge of God's word. They left people with a keener sense of appreciation for the gospel and its power as seen through a humble yet fearless proclaimer of its message. They left indelible impressions not because of logical and orderly treatment of a topic, but due to simple illustrations showing the universal application of the gospel to life.

Freed-Hardeman College is but one of many schools which had Keeble in its program of lectures. We feel wonderfully blessed in the fact that we were able to have him and that our students had opportunity to know him. We suffer great loss in his passing. Others may come to fill the void in some measure but none may ever hold the place of Brother Keeble. He was a great and good man for any generation. His people produced no greater for ours. Our colleges were wonderfully blessed by associations with him. His lessons will linger and bear fruit. His illustrations will be recalled with profit by all who heard him. His manner of life in the Lord's service and his strong faith will long inspire those who had opportunity to see and hear him. May our Lord raise up others to bear his mantle!

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The Last Week Of His Life

MARSHALL KEEBLE – Synonym for Christian Service

Dan H. Woodroof

During the last week of his life on earth, Marshall Keeble did what he had done for most of his eighty-nine years of living. He powerfully preached the gospel of Christ. More than once during these last days he expressed the desire to live only to be used in God's service.

On Friday, April 12 in company with Jim Bill Mclnteer, he enplaned at the Nashville airport for Rochester, Michigan to attend a Testimonial Dinner in his honor on the campus of Michigan Christian College. Attendance at the dinner was necessarily limited due to lack of space and two other appearances were scheduled, therefore, in the Detroit area so the many hundreds of people who knew and loved him could hear him once again.

On Saturday night, April 13 a full house at the Highland church in Detroit listened intently as he spoke powerfully of the world's need for Christ. He preached again Sunday morning at the Inkster, Michigan church where Homer Black, one of "Keeble's Boys," regularly preaches. He spoke again that afternoon to a packed house at the Taylor, Michigan church and rounded out the day by preaching for the church in Ypsilanti.

An engagement had been planned for him at the Belmont church in Dayton, Ohio for Monday night, April 15. So, with MCC Vice President Milton Fletcher and the writer, Marshall Keeble met that appointment and again thrilled a capacity crowd with his simple but moving presentation of the gospel of Jesus. His speaking appointments for the week culminated in a great service in Cincinnati on Tuesday night, April 16 at the Clifton church. He had preached six times and spoken for a few minutes at his own testimonial dinner. He was doing what he loved most to do.

Marshall Keeble never lost his intense interest in people and in the things going on around him. For the three days he spent in the Detroit area he stayed in the home of Homer Black and discussed the church, the world situation and argued politics! The writer was privileged to be his "valet" and escort from Detroit to Dayton and Cincinnati and then on to Nashville. These were three unforgettable days as we discussed the war in Vietnam, talked baseball and even watched the Cubs and the Red Legs on television one afternoon in our hotel room. He deplored the riotous situations in our cities and freely doled out portions of his wonderful philosophy of life which is unmistakably Christian.

Brother Keeble grew old gracefully with Christ in his heart. He never lost his balance and value perspectives. He was continually thankful, never complaining. He kept his quaint good humor to the end and had his companions of these last days "in stitches" a good bit of the time. His gratefulness for Christian friends such as David Lipscomb, T. B. Larimore, F. B. Srygley and others of the pioneers who encouraged him in his early days was frequently expressed. His love for Mr. and Mrs. A. M. Burton, Athens Pulleys, Lucien Palmer (who took him to Nigeria and then around the world after he was eighty years old), Mr. and Mrs. Lambent Campbell and others who have encouraged and supported him in his latter days was very evident. To all of these he attributed whatever success he has been able to achieve.

So on Wednesday, April 17, 1968 Marshall Keeble came home to Nashville for the last time from a series of preaching appointments. In some ways it was the climax of many years of such returns home. During these last few days thousands had heard him and had been blessed by what he had said and by his very presence among them. He had returned from doing what he, many years before, had set his heart to do. May the Lord be praised that Marshall Keeble made his decision to preach the unsearchable riches of Christ Jesus!

In each of his last speeches he pled with the people to continue to encourage young people to carry the gospel to the lost. He commended Michigan Christian College for her emphasis on missionary training and expressed gratitude for the coupling of his name with that of his long-time associate in' evangelism and Christian education, Lucien Palmer, in the establishment of the Keeble-Palmer Missionary Training Fund. Only eternity will determine the great good that was done by this man while he lived and through perpetuation of his memory even in death.

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Marshall Keeble, As I Knew Him
Leslie G. Thomas

He lived to a ripe old age, as men reckon time today; but to a man of Marshall Keeble's way of living, the years which were his must have seemed relatively few in number. He had work to do, and his principal aim in life was to accomplish his assignment. He was serious in his attitude toward the great responsibilities of life; but even in that setting he could manifest a wholesome sense of humor. For example, I heard him deliver the principal address at the funeral service for Alonzo Jones; but in that sad, but hopeful, situation, he had his audience almost convulsing with laughter. This was not because he wanted his hearers to regard lightly a serious situation; he wanted to control their emotions, and prevent their giving way to uncontrollable grief. The result: people were baptized into Christ before the day was over.

Brother Keeble knew how to control himself. He told me on one occasion, after he had preached in a community which was somewhat familiar to me, that a white man came up to him, with the evident intention of striking him with his clinched fist. But instead of resisting the apparent onslaught, Brother Keeble remained perfectly calm, with his arms and hand hanging peacefully at his sides; until the man, evidently realizing that he had overplayed his bullying attempt to silence a humble gospel preacher, turned and quietly walked away.

Marshall Keeble was not afraid to speak the truth, as he saw and understood it, on any occasion when the situation demanded it. He loved the truth, and he wanted all men to be guided by it. One has only to read his books and sermons which have been left behind, in order to see just how he felt about his responsibility as a gospel preacher. He knew how to speak to the point, but he also knew how to soften the sting, as the shaft of truth entered the hearts of his hearers, with the result that the gospel message found a permanent abiding place, and brought forth fruit unto God.

It is to his lasting credit that Brother Keeble knew that the most auspicious conditions are not always the most favorable for the best results. On one occasion he went to a well known city to do the preaching in a gospel meeting. The white brethren, who were largely responsible for the effort, had the tent up when he arrived. They had pitched it in what they considered an ideal place, in a "good neighborhood"; but when they took him out to see what they had done, they noticed that he did not feel very enthusiastic about the situation. They asked him how he felt about the matter, and he promptly told them that everything was nice, but that they would not have much of a meeting there. The brethren then took the tent down, and moved it to what they considered a much less favorable location; but when the meeting was over, they saw the wisdom of Brother Keeble's viewpoint.

Those who knew Brother Keeble were aware of his great faith. He wanted to please the Lord here; so that he could be with him in eternity. He no doubt, along with Job, often thought, and perhaps said, "For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return" (Job 16: 22); but that was what he was living for. And so, with Paul, he could look to the crown which the Lord Jesus Christ would bestow upon him. (2 Tim. 4: 6-9.) In the words of another, Unanswered yet? Faith cannot be unanswered. Her feet are firmly planted on the Rock; Amid the wildest storms she stands undaunted Nor quails before the loudest thunder shock. She knows Omnipotence has heard her prayer, And cries, "It shall be done, sometime, somewhere."

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Stories and Sayings of
Marshall Keeble
J. E. Choate

Marshall Keeble became a legend in his own lifetime. It would be difficult to find an adult member of the church of Christ who has not heard about him. So impressive have been the acts of Marshall Keeble and the power of his sermons, that endless discussions to decipher this man go on. Stories of his exploits expand with each telling and his anecdotes are endlessly repeated.

The contributions of M. Keeble to the church grew out of his preaching. His genius lay in his power to grasp ideas and facts to help his audience. His ability to present a Bible message through a simple story was a thing of joy and beauty. Keeble said about this: "I can't explain my gift no more than nothing. While some people studied the Bible to memorize it, I studied it to reach people."

Marshall Keeble explained his preaching by saying that like Jesus he never spoke except through parables: "If I can't make a parable, I'm lost." His parables bear forever his name brand and are peculiarly his own. Some preachers were once trying out for a church, and each preacher brought out in his sermon: "Now as Keeble says. . . ." A lady complained: "I've looked all through my Bible, and I can't find where Keeble said a one of these things."

His parables were built out of the logic of stubborn facts. Keeble described himself: "I don't know how to use deceit. I have grown on facts. No man with any sense will deny a stubborn fact." He often made this statement: "The Bible is right. You can go home and fuss all night. The Bible is right. You can walk the streets and call Keeble a fool, the Bible is right. You can go home and have spasms, the Bible is right."

The person who saw only the "comic" in Marshall Keeble completely misjudged the man. He explained the value of his humor: "I am a little funny or comical, but it's been a joy to me. It's kept my enemies from bothering me. I have carried along a lot of humor just to flavor my message. You can put too much flavor in anything. Does me good sometimes to go home and lay in bed and laugh at myself. People are so easy to teach if you know how."

His favorite form of humor was always directed at a situation not the person. For many years Keeble made annual visits to the Tennessee State Prison to preach to some two thousand inmates. His irrepressible humor would be brought into play: "I make them feel like they're just visiting-that they're not in prison. I carry the sunshine to them. I go into the crooks and corners. I call names sometimes. God deliver me from a hintin' preacher." The prisoners would get a little peeved when Keeble would say: "These - guards are your friends." And they both would laugh. The prison authorities told him: "Prisoners talk about you until the next year rolls around."

Marshall Keeble was a fine gentleman with indescribably gentle courtesy. Keeble explained: "You've got to study people to get along with them. You even got to study your wife. You even got to study mules." He would tell this story: "I had a mule once I used to drive and he taught me how to be a gentleman. If I came into the stable and didn't speak to him like I ought to, and if I didn't hurry up, he'd kick me out of that barn. I'd say, `Gee and Haw.' He knew my voice-that's all there was to it. But I had to speak and use good manners."

Keeble had many a debate about "Nobody getting religion." They wanted to know -"What's become of those 'old time people' before you got here that you say never 'got religion."' That came up in the Bradenton, Florida, meeting. There was a large cemetery on a hill near the tent.

"Why, right up there where you laid them. They ain't got up yet. You want to know where they are going? I know your preacher done told you your mama went to heaven early this morning."

Then Keeble would lower the boom: "Your mama didn't even get in heaven late this afternoon. I don't mean no harm." Keeble would add: "Your mama has got to be judged in the last judgment day." Before he would finish everybody would be smiling. Keeble would end up baptizing the "angry man who said Keeble's preaching my mama to hell."

There is no end to the Keeble stories and most are true. In a California meeting, a young man challenged Keeble: "You have spoken about every other church, now what about mine."

Keeble answered, "I don't know what church you are a member of."

The young man responded, "The Latter Day Saints."

Keeble shot back, "You're too late!"

The next night he was a little closer, and up he came to be baptized.

Keeble had a way of answering his "shouting religious neighbors" so as to quiet them. The preacher of the Primitive Baptist Church would say that mine is the oldest church-it was here "before the clouds were flying." Keeble would say, "That's too soon. When Christ came to set up his church clouds were already flying. You are too early." Keeble would have to wait until the audience finished laughing.

Keeble's humor was always "homemade" and some of his expressions are classics. He raised countless thousands of dollars for worthy Christian causes, and often he would say: "I'd rather have friends than money." After a lively pause, he would conclude­ "provided my friends have money."

The stories and sayings of Marshall Keeble can not be separated from the moment of truth in his sermons as he faced great audiences. What follows is a miscellanea of Keeble's sayings, and anyhow all he said would fill great books:

"John the Baptist died and never got up. I don't want in any man's church who can't get up. The man who owns the church I'm a member of laid down his life and took it up AGAIN. Had more power than before, he had all power! Jesus is coming back again. John ain't never gonna come back."

"E means Empty on the gas gauge. Once I looked over and saw the tank was empty and right down at the foot of the hill was a gas station. It was night. There was a sign that said, `Open 24 hours a day.' That's what we ought to do in the church, be open for business all day and night. The station owner of the station said he had white gas, Ethyl gas, and regular gas. He said he recommended the Ethyl gas that it would take the knocks out. The church of Christ uses the `Ethyl gas' it takes the knocks out."

"You can't pray through-you can't get saved that way. You have to get up. One person in the Bible was told to get up. He'd been there for three days and nights without eating or drinking. He was told to `get up' and `wash.' Why wash? You're dirty ... clean up then talk to God."

"Without Christian education we would not have the churches we've got. The reason so many churches in Nashville is because of Christian education. Wherever the truth is taught you've got Christians whether the truth is taught in the school or the church."

"A monkey has got more sense than a man, he won't chew tobacco."

"The worst man in town will respect you if you deserve it. Even a bootlegger will respect you if you deserve it, but you start drinking the man's stuff-and you're gone, sure 'nuf gone."

"My brethren are like dogs sometimes, you've got to pet this one to keep him from biting that one."

"Sometimes when you play basketball and football they stop the clock. That's what some members of the church of Christ do, they say `watch the clock,' and they do it. They wear out their pockets lookin' at their watch."

"When I was a boy my mother made starch out in the back yard in an old black pot. My mother made me stir the starch-you know why? So it won't scorch. Brethren, I'm stirring you up so you won't scorch."

The worst mistake anybody ever made was to see only the "clown" in Marshall Keeble. Yes, we enjoyed him and all he had to say; but this is a much better world for the Christian good will and human decency that Brother Keeble brought into it.  

 

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Keeble As a School Man
Mrs. Lambert Campbell

When Brother Goodpasture invited me to write an article for the special issue of the GOSPEL ADVOCATE dealing with the life and work of Marshall Keeble, I was delighted. My assignment was "Keeble as a School Man." The first thing I thought of was a quotation attributed to George Washington-who said, "Schools are for those who cannot learn outside."

Formal training was limited for Brother Keeble, but he was taught by the Master Teacher, and there were not many areas of learning in which he could not compete.

Education is not what we know, but the application of what we know. Those of us who knew Brother Keeble, and worked with him, knew that he was an artist in applying effectively what he knew. He was the best psychologist whom I have ever known. Many times during the twenty-three years I worked at the Nashville Christian Institute as a volunteer, I would go to him with problems that seemed insurmountable, but in a short time he would give me formulas that would remove mountains. He was an exceptional historian, and he made history-not only in Tennessee but in every section of the United States. He made history on two evangelistic tours in Africa, and he also made history at many mission points of the church on his trip around the world. He taught by perfect example economy in living for he had not one extravagant habit. As a school man, he tried to instill in each student under his tutorage "to be ready unto every good work." I am sure this can be said without contradiction that Brother Keeble raised more money for more different efforts in the Lord's vineyard than any other man among us. Brother Keeble as a school man was a teacher of agriculture. He sowed the seed of the kingdom. He knew how and when to water and cultivate the plants and he trusted God for the harvest. He taught strict stewardship to all who would listen-how to use their time and money in a way that would produce growth in the church of our Lord. He taught humility by his life. His life was filled and made vibrant by his concern for his fellowman. In speaking, he disregarded many rules of rhetoric and presentation, but he always captivated the audiences to whom he spoke. As President of the Nashville Christian Institute, Brother Keeble did not lose sight of, or faith in, the students after their graduation. He taught in the classroom, but he entered the larger area of teaching through the NCI Lectureships. The modern term would be "Continuing Education" or "Adult Education," but Brother

Keeble was doing it long before the new words were applied.

For eighteen years, the lectureship at the Nashville Christian Institute served a unique function.

These lectureships did not follow the format of those in other Christian schools. They had a flavor and a purpose different and distinct. It was my privilege for many years to work in the mechanics of the lectureship, assisting in selecting the speakers, arranging the program, and other essential features. It was Brother Keeble who gave life and leadership to all that was done. It was in these lectureships that Brother Keeble's stature, insight, and capabilities were successfully used. During the program various brethren spoke; but it was Brother Keeble who, by his comments before and after each speech, by answering questions, settling differences, scriptually and tactfully, dealing with current issues, gave a tremendous lift to all who attended. For the Christian men and women who came back year after year for the lectureships it was not only a reunion and period of fellowship, but it was a time of learning. They were no longer school children but experienced men and women in the field. They brought with them their successes, their disappointments, and their ideas; and through Brother Keeble, all of their experiences were tested by the word of God, and made positive in their future work for the Lord and the church.

His students loved and respected him, not for what he was, but for what they were when they were with him. They loved him for overlooking the selfish and petty traits which were in them. They loved him for closing his eyes to the discord among them and for using these inadequacies to bring out the possibilities that he could see within each of them. Perhaps this is what being a teacher really means.

Everyone who knew Brother Keeble recognized that he was not a school administrator, and to many people "Keeble as a school man" would not be listed in Who's Who, but when one is taught of God and directs his teaching to those who are made in the image of God his name will surely be listed in the Lamb's Book of Life as a successful educator-a teacher in the school of life.  

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The Unforgettable
Marshall Keeble

John Harris

The first time I laid eyes on the unforgettable Marshall Keeble was over twenty years ago in Orange, Texas. He was on his way to preach in Port Arthur, Texas, at my home congregation. I was so anxious to see him that I went to Orange, Texas, twenty-one miles away, to meet him. There, for the first time, I saw and heard the one and only Marshall Keeble. He preached a powerful sermon in Orange that night. I will never forget the illustration he made about reading the labels on the cans instead of feeling the cans. I was influenced by the great man that day and have been influenced ever since.

Brother Keeble established many congregations and one of them was my home congregation in Port Arthur, Texas. He was a man who could say the

nicest things about preachers. I remember so many times hearing him introduce B. C. Goodpasture and many other preachers at the Nashville Christian Institute, where he was president. He made you feel good all over just calling your name-he had the magic touch. He was an inspiration to the entire brotherhood. He was a man among men.

I am thankful to God that I "caught" a large number of Brother Keeble's sermons as I followed him around as he preached in different places. I "caught" him when he was at his best. He was always the master of the situation.

I do appreciate the confidence that he had in me in sending me to hold a meeting that he couldn't hold. A white elder told me that Brother Keeble recommended me very highly.

When Virginia, my wife, read to me the death of Brother Keeble from the page of the Memphis Press­Scimitar, I went into my room and cried like a baby. Truly I had lost one that was very dear to my heart. The feeling of a great loss fell heavily on my heart.

My wife and I, along with Sister Lula Emerson, attended his funeral. B. C. Goodpasture, Editor of the GOSPEL ADVOCATE, delivered the eulogy. I have been hearing Brother Goodpasture preach about twenty years and I consider him one of the greatest preachers in the brotherhood, but I don't believe that I have ever seen him any better than when he preached the funeral of Brother Keeble. It was a masterful sermon. I know, because I "caught" it on my tape recorder.

Brother Keeble's latest book Roll Jordan Roll was in my mail box waiting for me when I returned from his funeral. This book is certainly great. If I could not get another copy I would not part with my copy for a thousand dollars.

Brother Keeble called me on the phone about a week before he died. I remember telling him how strong his voice was and how clear it sounded. He certainly was in good spirit. Little did I know or realize that shortly that great voice that moved men's hearts all over this nation would soon be still in death. "Sleep on, Brother Keeble, and take your rest. You certainly worked hard and long for the Master you loved so much. Goodbye until on Jordan's stormy banks we stand."

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Brother Keeble
At His Home Congregation
Albert Gray

When thinking of Brother Keeble, I am reminded of Paul's charge to Timothy in 2 Timothy 4: 5. "But watch thou in all things, endure affliction, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry." Brother Keeble was a true evangelist and had made full proof of his ministry.

As secretary-treasurer of Jackson Street church of Christ, Brother Keeble made the first payment on the property bought from Fisk University by the church.

During the first gospel meeting held at Jackson Street, he learned to diagram sermons and delivered his first sermon at the age of nineteen. During this early development of Jackson Street church, Brother Keeble worked long and hard. Among his many jobs was that of hauling water from a creek on Hamilton Street to fill the pool for baptisms. He would drive his coal wagon to the building, hitch his horse, and begin prayer services. Often, he and his brother would be the only ones present, but passersby and people in the community thought the building was full when they heard their enthusiastic singing in praise to their Lord.

It was during one of these services that he baptized his mother. This was one of the crowning moments of his long career as an evangelist.

Brother Keeble at his home congregation was Brother Keeble on the go. He accepted his charge in the sight of God and the Lord Jesus Christ to preach the word. He preached it in season and out of season, and was long suffering, for he knew the time was come when men would not endure sound doctrine and would turn from the truth. Brother Keeble's Christlike spirit and magnetic force drew thousands of souls to Christ, and gave his home congregation something to live up to. The peoples of this nation and many countries came to know Brother Keeble and learn of his congregation at home. He was proud of us and we were proud of him.

In all his goings, Brother Keeble always returned home to tell of his works done in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. He was always greeted warmly by the members of the church, especially the children who wanted to shake "Pop's" (so he was called by those closest to him) hand.

Brother Keeble was an inspiration to all who knew him, but especially inspirational was Brother, Keeble to every minister who preached in the pulpit at Jackson Street in his presence. He was always ready with a firm, "Amen, that's right, brother." He made successful ministers of men who otherwise would never have succeeded. His sympathetic attitude toward speakers, whether they were seasoned or beginners, immediately put them at ease. If a speaker's sermon seemed to be about to fail, he would get in there with him, help him quote scriptures, and by so doing, bring an otherwise doomed sermon to a successful climax.

Brother Keeble was humble and down to earth. That made him great in God's sight. Being a wise man, he feared God. (Prov. 1: 7.) "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge; but fools despise wisdom and instruction." His courage and boldness left him without fear of man. He went everywhere preaching the gospel, facing dangers from mankind and health problems. He was not a lazy man, but a man full of good works, for he was worn out in the service of the Lord.

Although Jackson Street church of Christ was Brother Keeble's home congregation, he was at home in any church of Christ that used the Bible as its guide. He believed and preached that all members of the church of Christ are one big family, for he was always at home among Christians-whether in some remote part of the world under the canopy of the heaven or in some modern building with every convenience.

The highlight of Jackson Street church of Christ for the past forty years has been the annual meetings conducted by Brother Keeble on the first Sunday of the year. These meetings would run from two to four weeks. Hundreds of persons were converted to Christ during these meetings. The zenith of Brother Keeble's effective ministry at Jackson Street came during the latter years of his life. He rubbed against the rough edges of a man's soul with the gospel. The man, woman, girl, or boy who was privileged to hear Brother Keeble went away with a new outlook on life.

These are some of the ways in which Brother Keeble influenced his home congregation and will continue to influence it and many other congregations for years to come.

Yes, Brother Keeble loved Jackson Street church, his home congregation, and Jackson Street loved Brother Keeble. He will long be missed in our hearts, but not in our thoughts, for his works live on.  

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The Marshall Keeble I Knew
Percy E. Ricks

Seldom does one have the privilege of contacting so intimately one so internationally known. My affiliation with "Pop" (Keeble) began in 1919 in Tuscumbia, Alabama soon after I was discharged from the armed forces of World War I, and was married. Because of this friendship, after the loss of "Pop's" first wife, he asked me to help him find a companion. I could think of no one other than a quiet, serene sister of my own good wife. So we had the good fortune, as we have so often admitted one to another, of marrying two devoted sisters whose inspiration and loyalty gave him freedom to pursue his evangelism and gave me the honor of observing and appreciating this.

Every year thereafter I made it a point to spend at least one week or more with him in a meeting, from Ohio to New Mexico, including Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, Florida, and Georgia.

"Pop" was a quiet, meditative man who upon occasion could enter into the joviality of a chosen group. He also would correct and advise and plead for the necessity of one's commitment to Christ.

Reminiscence brings to mind an experience I had with him in Atlanta, Georgia. Brother Keeble preached there two weeks and had only one woman to respond to his plea. But he was not ready to quit. One hundred sixty-six souls put on Christ in the third week of this meeting. These converts continued to grow until they have become one of the largest churches in the brotherhood.

During a meeting in Florence, Alabama, an objector rushed forward and fired a shot which Brother Keeble ignored in the "Father-forgive-them" attitude, and continued to preach while showing a compassion for the weakness of this man, by standing between him and arrest. Nothing further disturbed the meeting.

Still, on another occasion in Alabama a sinner with brass knucks struck Brother Keeble on the face only to have him turn the other cheek to the chagrin of the offender who was quietly taken away while the meeting continued.

I would not leave out the experiences with him at the Nashville Christian Institute, where he planted seeds of love, thrift, loyalty, benevolence, honesty and perseverance which have taken roots in the lives of such men as attorney Fred Gray, Obie Elie, Dr. Thomas A. Jackson, Vanderbilt Lewis, and Robert Wood.

Brother Keeble was never disturbed. In the presence of man's anger he grew calm; in confusion, he registered peace. All these things I say of him without any exaggeration or sense of worship. His personal habits were simple, orderly, and meticulous, without being fastidious. So, no one was ever ill-at-ease in his presence. No one's shortcomings were food for his conversations; but he was a faithful counselor of people in their needs, using the Bible as his reference, or authority.

We may continue to live under the sound of his voice in quiet communion with his books: Biography and Sermons Of Marshall Keeble, by B. C. Goodpasture, From Mule Back to Super Jet with the Gospel, by Mrs. Lambert Campbell, and Roll Jordan Roll, by J. E. Choate.

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