- July 16, 1923
|Mrs. Virgie Ewell Wier has crossed the flood and won the crown. It was at 2:45 o’clock P. M., July 16, 1923, that she went away. While friends and loved ones watched by her bedside in the parsonage of the. Algiers Methodist Church, 236 Olivier Street, New Orleans, the an-gels of God came in their heavenly chariots and took her home to the Father’s house.
Mrs. Wier was born at Evergreen, Avoyelles Parish, Louisiana, and it was to this sacred spot that her body was taken for burial. It was here that her father and mother were married and it was here that they were buried. Mrs. Wier was the youngest daughter of the late Mr. John Ewell.
On December 15, 1896, she was married to the Rev. C. C. Wier, and at the same time she became wedded to the Methodist doctrine and itinerancy. She had been reared a Baptist and was educated at a Baptist school— the great Baylor University at Waco, Texas, but she Joined the Methodist church at the first service she attended after her marriage, and entered immediately upon the duties and responsibilities of her new life, and went gladly wherever the bishop appointed. She liked the Episcopal form of church government so much better than she did the congregational that she never had complaint at any appointment received. She was truly loyal to the church, its polity and its doctrines.
She was a home lover and a homemaker. Naturally of a domestic nature she took great pride in her keeping her parsonage home spotless and beautiful. Under her magic touch flowers grew everywhere. She was deeply impressed that her first duty was to make the parsonage a real home. She felt that she could help most in the great work of the ministry by providing comforts for her husband, and by relieving him of the petty duties of the household that he might give himself wholly to the work of his high calling. This she did in a most splendid and self-sacrificing way.
Mrs. Wier was not a ‘mother, but she had the mother heart. Fif-teen years ago she took into her arms a little eleven months old baby boy, and with all the tenderness and love of a real mother, she nursed him and trained him and brought him strong in mind and body to young manhood. But this is not all; it was to her and her husband that the inspiration came to build a great orphanage, to provide a home for the homeless children of Louisiana. The Ruston Methodist Orphanage is a realization of her dreams. Nobody knows the price she paid in anxiety, heartache, hardships towards the establishing and building of this home. Eternity alone will reveal this.
Mrs. Wier had traveled much, at home and abroad. She was passionately fond of art. Her pictures adorn the walls of many of her friends and loved ones. She had a cultivated mind and heart and an unusual personality that made a very interesting character. She was witty and bright, and a rare conversationalist. She brought cheer and gladness into many a saddened heart. She was the light of her home. Her love was continually poured forth in affectionate and tender ministries. Her influence will abide forever in the lives of those she has left behind.
She was fully prepared, and was waiting for the divine summons when it came. She had been sick for a long time. Just before her toil and labors ended, while she was yet in a sick, tired body, God in his goodness gave her a foretaste of the glory which awaited her in the home of the redeemed. The curtains which shut out the view of the heavenly world were drawn aside and she saw the city “whose builder and maker is God.” In an ecstasy of hilarious joy and unbounded faith she passed form earth’s sorrow and sickness into that land where all tears are wiped away and there is no more pain. We call it heaven.
|Source: Journal Louisiana Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, 1923, pages 94-96, by W. W. Holmes|