The Passing of John Gano

     John Gano spent his life ministering to the churches of Christ and even as a chaplain in the patriot forces during the War for Independence.  At the close of his life, he wrote out his memoirs.  This is the closing portion in his own words.

In the spring of the year 1798, I preached on Lord's day in the assembly room of the state house [KY?]. My son Stephen, who lives in Providence, (Rhode Island), this year paid me a visit, but did not stay long. He went to Cincinnati, (Ohio), to see his brother John.  My youngest son William, was then a clerk in my son John's Prothonotary Office.  He was anxious to have a collegiate education; and his two brother's [sic] encouraged him in it.  He, accordingly, with his brother Stephen, came over to consult me upon it, and I consented.  They started for Rhode Island, and went by the way of Cincinnati, and I accompanied them as far as my son Richard's, at Eagle Creek.  Here I took my last leave of my son William, who appeared much affected, and, afterwards, said he had taken his last farewell of his Father.  They proceeded on their journey and proposed visiting Doctor Thane, whose wife was sister to him.  The dear youth reached them, sick with a fever, of which he soon after died. He died, resigned to his fate, and in hopes of a blessed immortality; as I afterwards learnt by letter from my son Stephen.  Though his death much affected me, yet when I heard he died resigned, it appeared to me that it was all right; and that God had done all things well.

My sincere wish is, that all my children may live, 'till they are prepared to die; and that my prayers may be redoubled for them, knowing that ere long, both they and myself, must quit this stage of action, and go to judgment.  I see now, nothing worth living for; but to be more devoted to God, and the advantage of my family, and the church of God.  And, indeed it appears to me latterly, that I have lived beyond my usefulness; but I know I must wait for God's time, when he will unravel all the mysteries of his Providence.  I sometimes wonder, why God ever conducted me to Kentucky, when so little fruit or good effect of my poor labours have appeared, at least to myself! why, in this half dead condition, I am yet continued in life!  Yet, I have more cause to wonder, that ever God made me instrumental of good, at any time of life, or any where in the world; and that now I should be laid by, as an instrument out of use. ¹

The remainder was written by a friend of Gano’s upon the passing of this great man.

The following account of the last days of Mr. Gano, is taken from a letter to one of his children, written by Mr. William Hickman, who was much with, and esteemed by Mr. Gano.  The letter, I believe, is nearly, verbatim.  Mr. Hickman observes:  ''that hearing Mr. Gano had a paralytic shock, he immediately went to see him, and asked him how he did?  He answered that he was half dead.  I did not then believe he would ever have come out of his house, again, alive.  He seemed willing to resign all to God, and to bear what he was pleased to lay on him; wishing the prayers of God's people, and that the travelling preachers would call, converse and preach.  At such times, which frequently occurred, he would sit in his chair and exhort to duty, and to flee from vice.  His longing, to get amongst his brethren, so raised his spirits, that in about a year, he ventured, in a carriage, to the Town-Fork, Bryants, and other places. When we apprehended his fatigues were too great, while preaching, some friend would support him, when he would preach with renewed ardour.

       It was the pleasure of heaven, about this time to visit the state with the out-pouring of his spirit.  This blessed harvest of souls, appeared to increase his joys, being desirous of being, as in years past, in the vineyard, although his half dead side forbid it.  When a little recovered, he would venture to the meeting house, on horse-back, where he would exhort, preach, pray and give counsel, sound and good, while he was supported by two persons to steady him.  At other times he would go to the water side at the administration of the ordinance of baptism, and advocate that mode.

       My visits to this father in Zion, being frequent, he one day, wished to have the worship of God attended in his house.  I spoke from these words; “Lord help me.”   I discovered him to be much in tears, and he appeared much affected.  When dismissed, while lying on the bed, he seized my hand, and in an extacy [sic] exclaimed, “The Lord has helped me!"  His cup appeared full and running over; and he often expressed a wish to depart, and be with Christ, which was far better; but patience he seemed to crave, and I believe God granted his request; for he had every mark of a soul waiting on God.

       On the Lord's day week, before his decease, I was in the pulpit, and observed one of the connections pass hastily across the floor and whisper to another, which led me to think some change had taken place.  After worship, I inquired, and heard he was very ill, and near his last.  I went to see him, and he appeared much altered, which induced me to think he was near home.  He appeared smiling, and in no great misery; nor would he ever own that he was.  His appetite failed him, and in the course of that week he wore away much; yet his senses and reason continued.  Myself and his family, set up the whole night, and I asked him a number of questions, being desirous of knowing the exercise of his mind.  He appeared permanently fixed on Jesus, as the rock of ages.  I asked him, what I should request of God in his behalf? His answer was, that he might enjoy his right mind, and be resigned to God's will.  His anxious eyes were upon his weeping children.  The night before he expired, I went to see him, went to the bed side and took hold of his hand, and asked if he knew me? he motioned in the affirmative.  I asked him if he was in much pain? he spoke so as to be heard, and said no.  I then asked him, if he wanted to be with Jesus? he said yes!  This was the last word, which could be understood, at least, so far as my recollection serves me.  I went to prayer with the family and friends, after which, he was taken with a fit, which continued with but little alteration till morning; when business called me away.   I bid him farewell in my mind, no more expecting to see him in life.  I went to visit another sick person in the course of the day, and called again in the evening, when I found him still breathing.  It had been my wish, for years, to close his eyes in death, should I survive him; but another call happening that evening, I left him in the hands of a faithful and able friend, and about ten o'clock of that night, being the 10th, day of August 1804, he got dismission from the church militant to the church triumphant; being in the 78th year of his age.” ²

       Lord-willing we will look at the life of another 18^th century Baptist in my next post.

Christ, not man, is King!

Dale

1)      John Gano, Biographical Memoirs of the Late Rev. John Gano (New York: Southwick & Hardcastle, 1806), p. 128-30. 
2)      Ibid., p.133-7.

A Missing Horse and the Advance of the Gospel

     In my last post, we looked at an excerpt from the memoirs of Rev. John Gano, a Baptist preacher who was travelling the Southern Appalachians in the mid 18^th century.  Here is another look into Gano’s life.

I preached, on Lord's day, at Mars-bluff; where the people attended from a considerable distance. From here, I set off again, on my journey.  I was told there was a route to Tar-river, which would shorten the distance, near fifty miles; and a person offered to accompany me ten miles, provided I would stop at a place, on the banks of Cape-Fear, [I] told him, I could not stop, for I had made an appointment at Fish-creek, and it was necessary for me to proceed, in order to fulfil it. When I arrived at the last place, I meant to have started early in the morning, to avoid the importunities of the people. I was obliged, however, to tarry some time; for, in the morning, I could not find my horse, and was fully convinced, he was put out of the way on purpose.  After hunting for him several days, in vain, I was obliged to get another.  I, however, tarried here some time and preached, and I trust to the eternal welfare of many souls.  I have often thought, what a blessing, was in my disappointment, and how anxious I then was, to avoid that opportunity, of being instrumental in the conversion of the people.  I thought it a heaven upon earth; and the remembrance of it, even at this day, produces a strong wish to see one more such time, before I die.  The people presented me a horse, which they purchased of Mr. Fuller, their former minister.

Another circumstance of a singular nature, which took place here, I cannot pass over in silence.  A man in the neighbourhood of this place, who had formerly been a preacher,  but latterly had openly professed Deism, came to hear the last sermon that I preached.   I think I spoke from these words: “Acquaint now, thyself with him, and be at peace; and thereby good shall come unto you.”  As he had been pointed out to me, I watched him closely, and could not but observe the contempt he discovered  at   the  beginning of service; but before it ended, the tears rolled down his cheeks, and when I had finished, he came to me, and urged me to stay and preach again.  I replied, I had staid so long, that all those, who had any regard for God, and his word, had improved the opportunities of coming to hear me, and those that cared not for their own souls had rejected these opportunities.  After standing a moment, he asked me, where I expected to make the next stop.  I told him, about seventy miles off, at Fish creek, in North Carolina.  He offered to bear me company.  I told him, I had company.  At this reply, I observed his countenance to change; and I felt hurt, at the answer I had given him: I turned to him, and told him, that if he wished to converse with me about his soul, I should be glad of his company.  He said, that was his wish.  The next day we started, and on the road, he convinced me of that, which, before, I did not, and probably, now, should not believe,—that there might be an Atheist in principle.  That there were many in practice, was very evident.  He told me, that doubts arose in his mind respecting the divinity of Christ, the Bible, heaven, and a hell, till those doubts became very strong; when he connected himself with a set of Deists.  He afterwards joined the Atheists, who furnished him with books and arguments which established him in his infidelity, in which he had remained till yesterday; but under that sermon, he had such impressions, that nothing, but the operation of the divine  spirit could have made.  He said, he did not then doubt the existence of a God, but believed his word.  He said, his wish was to hear those arguments answered, which the Atheists advanced, that he might be enabled to resist future attacks.  I must confess, some of his arguments, gave me a little trouble to answer, either to his or my own satisfaction. ¹

     Lord-willing we will look at Gano’s life again in my next post.

Christ, not man, is King!

Dale

1)      John Gano, Biographical Memoirs of the Late Rev. John Gano (New York: Southwick & Hardcastle, 1806), p. 69-73.