Submitted by
Loyd Bishop

LOWE – Died, Wilbur Lowe, at the home of his father and mother, on March 21, 1907; was born February 14, 1882, in Flannigan, Illinois, and came to Oklahoma at the time of the opening of the strip, and was married October 23, 1904, to Miss Norma Sharpless. For the past year or more, he had been in declining health, and during the latter part of his illness, he was a great sufferer, but bore the same with patience. He was an affectionate son and exceedingly kind and tender toward his father and mother. Wilbur was not a Christian up to within a short time before dissolution. Some two or three weeks prior to his passing away, his mother’s pastor visited him frequently, laying the plan of salvation before him as plainly as possible, and rejoices to say that he manifested every evidence of true repentance and implicit faith in our Lord and Savior. From the time of his conversion to the hour of his death, in speaking to his friends, his thought was no longer with reference to his own interest, but was greatly concerned about the salvation of his immediate loved ones and friends, and he was permitted to see and realize the happy conversion of his young wife and the restoration of the joys of salvation to his father. His mind seemed to be clear until almost the last moment. Just before going, he looked into the face of his wife and said to her, “Norma, good-bye,” then, addressing his father, said, “Father, good-bye;” and laying his head back upon the pillow, he passed away without a struggle. Thus ended the life of the last of four children born in this home.
Wonderful, indeed, is the infinite mercy and love of God. May heaven’s best blessings abide with those who serve Him and may the grace of our Lord, so gracious in the salvation of Wilbur, be made such in the salvation of many of his friends.

The air is full of farewells to the dying
And mourning for the dead;
The heart of Rachel, for her children crying.
Will not be comforted.
Let us be patient. These severe afflictions
Not from the ground arise:
But often times celestial benedictions
Assume this dark disguise.
In that great cloister’s stillness,
By guardian angels led;
Safe from temptation, safe from sin’s pollution,
He lives whom we call dead.
Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with angel steps
The path which reaches heaven.