Jennie

Jennie (McDowell) Robinson

Miami Union

May 12, 1898

Jennie (McDowell) Robinson was born Dec. 16, 1871, and calmly fell asleep on the night of April 20, 1898, at her father's home in Casstown, aged 26 years, 4 months, 14 days.

Of a family of six children, four boys and two girls, Jennie is the fifth to pass over the silent river; one, Adolphus, being left on this side. Her mother preceded her to the better land, April 19, 1884. She united with the Baptist church at Casstown, in January 1885, under the pastorate of Rev. George. She at once became an active worker for the Master, taking a deep interest in all branches of church work, especially as a teacher in the Sunday school and leader in the work of the young people of the church, having been President of the Baptist Young People's Union and leader of the Junior work of that society for a number of years. Her labor for the Savior whom she loved was not merely a routine, or formal worship, but always fraught with that earnestness of purpose and spirit of devotion, which characterize the true disciple of Christ. Early in life her education was begun in her home school at Casstown and continued faithfully until 1889, when she entered school at Hillsboro, O., where she graduated with honor two years later, in the class of '91, being third in a class of eighteen; this work being accomplished under adverse circumstances, having the care of her afflicted sister, Lillie, who was called from earth a short time before her graduation.

She possessed that perseverance and courage so much needed for success. In 1892, she was employed to teach in the Primary department of her home school at Casstown, where she continued to labor for four years, giving satisfaction to her patrons and endearing herself to the hearts of her pupils in whose memories she will ever live as a true teacher and friend. On June 29, 1897, she was married to Mr. S. S. Robinson. After 10 months and 1 day from that time the Master called her. She had proven herself a kind and loving daughter, an affectionate sister, and a devoted wife. Her life is its own eulogy; it really needs no other. Cheerful and buoyant in health; happy and contented when the shadows were deepening around her. The closing hours of her life were full of blessed expressions of hope and anticipation. She wanted to be at rest repeatedly asking the Savior to come and take her home. On, the rapture she must enjoy today, that, even while on this side of the river, she was enabled to exclaim, "I am so happy." "I see heaven in all its glory." If a glimpse of the glory world affords such sweet satisfaction, what must the reality be.

"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord, from henceforth; yes, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them." Dear friends, while we may not be able to fathom God's purpose in removing one so useful from our midst, let us remember the words of Jesus, "What I do thou knowest not now; but thou shalt know hereafter."

Across the throbbing sea of separation,

Whereon we drift alone, uncomforted,

There comes a voice of hope and consolation

That whispers softly, "Blessed are the dead!"

And suddenly, with clearer vision gifted,

We see them radiant on the farther shore.

All burdens from their weary shoulders lifted,

From pain and death set free, for evermore.

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