Jackson, George

2/24/1912

GEORGE JACKSON
1823 - Feb. 24, 1912
 
Rev. George Jackson was born in England in the year 1823, and he cherished until death a love for his native land. Having come to America and to the South, he was licensed to preach in 1857 in Mississippi. He was admitted on trial into that Conference in November, 1857, ordained deacon in 1859, and elder in 1860. He served in the Mississippi Conference until 1873, when he was transferred to the Louisiana Conference. During the Civil War he held a meeting in Mississippi in which there were one hundred conversions. At the time of his death he was a superannuate. During his superannuation he spent most of his time with his son at LeCompte, La., and was engaged in selling books. He died in a sanitarium in Shreveport February 24, 1912. He was buried in LeCompte.
Brother Jackson loved to preach and rejoiced in the opportunity of doing so. He prepared his sermons carefully, committing them to manuscript, and they were of a high order. He was a sunny, happy, faithful old man, who had a host of friends all over the State. He loved humanity, his Church, and his Lord. Never an aged one grew old more gracefully and more cheerily. He loved to be with younger men, and there was little of gloom in his disposition as the lengthening shadows fell across his pathway. The sweet-tempered old man in his life in old age seemed to say to others:
"'Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be."'
His kindly face will be missed from a place around many firesides and from our various gatherings. For a number of years his hearing was bad, but with a smile he sometimes said: "I'll hear when I go up yonder." Now he hears again, and it is the sweet strains of celestial music. In closing some notes on his life written not long before his death he said: "I am depending alone on the blessed Saviour for salvation. I have been an unprofitable servant; and when I am called upon to lay down my armor, I will say with Fanny Crosby:
`Some day-till then I'll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
That when my Saviour opes the gate,
My soul to him may take its flight.
And I shall see him face to face,
And tell the story—saved by grace.
Source: Journal Louisiana Conference Methodist Episcopal Church, South, 1912, age 67 by J. D. Harper