April 20, 1870 - January 21, 1940
|William Reuben Harvell, son of W. C. Harvell and Elizabeth Self, was born at Harvell’s Mill, St. Helena Parish, April 20, 1870, died January 21, 1940, in Baton Rouge, and laid to rest at Greensbnrg, La., January 22, 1940. He received his education at Centenary College, then at Jackson. He was a local preacher for about four years.
He was married to Ada Eugenia Brook, January 27, 1897, and joined the Louisiana Conference, January 1898. Brother Harvell had six children, one of them, Newell, dying in infancy, at Bonito, La., where he is buried. The surviving children are Mrs. Tyson Cleary, Dallas, Texas; Mrs. Raymond Goodell, and Mrs. Sam R. Carter of Baton Rouge, Mrs. Chas. 0. Eddy, San Antonio, Texas, and W. Roy Harvell, Rayville, La. Five grandsons and one granddaughter also survive. During his membership in the Conference he had only fourteen appointments. On six of these he spent the limit, then allowed—four years each.
He was an acceptable, pastor, as shown by his record. He served as Presiding Elder on the Minden District for four years—very acceptably to the congregations and his preachers.
From the Minden District, he went to Bastrop, where his health began to fail; from there he went to Leconipte, his last appointment.
Brother Harvell’s preaching was characterized by great earnest-ness; his hearers were aware of what he believed; and how deeply.
He was a revival preacher and during his ministry held many meetings and many were converted under his ministry. He was clear in his thinking and apt in his statements of gospel truth. Looking upon the Bible as the preacher’s armory, he acquainted himself with it and found that the word of God is the sword of the Spirit. Brother Harvell did not have to read a book a week in order to have something to preach. He found the Bible better than any book about the. Bible. The Bible and hymnbook were his principal books for devotional reading. He loved to sing the gospel as well as to preach it.
He knew for some time that the time of his departure was at hand, but the passage from here into the beyond brought no fears nor shrinking on his part. His departure was a home going and he longed to greet the shining ones on the other side. He had fought a good fight, he had kept the faith, and expected to receive the crown of righteousness. Finally, in peace he heard the call, “Well done, enter thy Master’s joy.”
|Source: Journal of the Louisiana Conference of the Methodist Church, Pages 91, 1940 by. Briscoe Carter|