This Tribute will appear in the Evangelical Times in May 2020 and cannot be republished until after publication.
Nothing prepares you for the
dying moments of a loved one. On Wednesday 1st April 2020 I received a
phone call at 12:35pm from a concerned Doctor from Leverndale Hospital in
Glasgow. My father, Rev John J Murray, had been in isolation since 17th
March when he tested positive for COVID-19 but his condition was deteriorating
rapidly. Despite assurances only a few days earlier that he was stable if
not improving, he had taken a turn for the worse with laboured breathing.
My Mum and I were asked to get to the hospital as rapidly as possible.
The slightly surreal and, up until that point, very quiet world of COVID-19 in
our family had now become a crushing reality.
Resplendent in PPE I was able to read a few verses from Romans 8 and
sing a Psalm before my father entered his eternal rest in the early evening at
the age of 85. Online funerals and
limited mourners at the graveside were difficult but not insurmountable
challenges as we said goodbye to Dad this side of eternity.
Born in 1934 in Dornoch, Sutherland,
the middle of three boys, Dad grew up on a 70-acre croft. My father was clearly reading good books at
an early age and particularly mentions: Thomas Boston’s Fourfold
State; John Angell James’ Anxious Inquirer; Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s
Progress and Guthrie’s Trial of a Saving Interest in
Christ. Dad was impressed very early by Jonathan Edwards and
David Brainerd, both men known for their profound spirituality. It
appears that concern for his soul intensified around the age of 16. Dad spoke
to me around 2 years ago of being in an empty house on the croft and having an
overwhelming sense of Christ crucified in a very personal way. The
experience must have been profound as Dad talks in his unfinished Memoirs of it
affecting his studies at the time. He also describes a significant night
when Prof John Murray was back from America at his family home in Sutherland and
preached at the Council Chambers in Dornoch in 1953 on John 6 v 37. Dad
talks of the Free Church in the village as orthodox but lacking in warmth and
power. It was my father’s great desire
throughout his life that the church would rediscover ‘experiential
Christianity’ as seen in a past generation in the Highlands.
Leaving Dornoch in 1955 my father
worked for the Caledonian Insurance Company in Edinburgh before returning home for
further study. In the late 1950’s my
father started to take an interest in the recovery of old truths. He corresponded with Rev Kenneth MacRae of
the Free Church in Stornoway whom he saw as a real champion of Biblical
Christianity. Dad mentions in one of his
diaries that he received two books on 19 September 1958 from the recently
established Banner of Truth: A Body of Divinity and Sermons of
George Whitefield. Who could have
foreseen the lifelong connection that would proceed from that order! It was during this time that my father began
publishing a little magazine called Eternal Truth. The first copy of the magazine was sent to Iain
H Murray and Dr Lloyd Jones and the exchanges of letters between Iain Murray
and my father followed. They culminated
in a letter dated 24th May 1960 from Iain Murray inviting my father
to London to help with the work of the Banner.
This was to be a turning point in his life and for the next 60 years he
was to be at the forefront of reformed book publishing. Dad began to attend Friday night lectures at
Westminster Chapel, London and vividly remembers the electric atmosphere as
Lloyd Jones worked through Romans 8. My
father joined the Evangelical Library Committee which was chaired by Lloyd
Jones, and Dad talks warmly of visiting the Dr’s home in Ealing for supper and
carol singing in the early 1960’s. After
meeting my Mum in London, they married in 1966 and my sisters Lynda and Anna
were born in 1967 and 1968 followed by a cheeky redhead in 1972. While I was still a babe in arms my parents
moved with the Banner of Truth to new headquarters in Edinburgh in November 1972.
My father was now being called in
a different direction. He was a regular
preacher in the London Free Church throughout the 1960’s so it was perhaps no
great surprise that he applied and was accepted for the Free Church ministry in
September 1973 and started at the Free Church College in 1974 after further
study at university. On completion of
his ministerial studies Dad was called to Oban Free (High) Church and was
inducted in September 1978. Our lives
were overshadowed shortly after our arrival when my sister, Lynda Joan, took
ill. Her illness was mercifully brief
but no less distressing. She died on 4th
December 1980 in her fourteenth year.
Dad did not speak much of my sister’s death during his life and it was
hard not to feel that much of his grief remained too painful to express. At the 1989 Banner of Truth Ministers’
Conference he gave an address on ‘Providence in Personal Life’ which was a path
he had painfully walked for over 9 years.
I often meet men who were there and who describe a profound
atmosphere. The next year the conference
paper became a little booklet by the Banner of Truth entitled Behind a Frowning
Providence. This little booklet has
been republished at least six times and is now in numerous languages.
In 1989 my father was called to
St Columba’s Free Church in Edinburgh where he ministered for the next 13
years. These were formative years for me
as I completed university and started in Edinburgh as a social worker. Mum and Dad were famous for an open manse and
dozens of young people look back to this period as significant in their
Christian experience. My mother has been a rock to my father over 54 years of marriage and ministry and experienced many blows and tragedies. Her cheerfulness and resilience have been remarkable. Despite the dark
clouds on the horizon for the church I remember these years as times of warm
fellowship and Dad’s preaching through Romans, Acts and the 10 Commandments had
a profound effect on many. During this
time there was great controversy in the Free Church over moral and
ecclesiastical issues and my father was in the middle of many of these
battles. Despite what has been alleged
my father was no architect of the events but rather sought to respond to
allegations that arose. Despite being accused
of many things, he bore the heat of battle with general cheerfulness and lack
of spite. Many of these wounds were with
him to the very end and he felt the breach in the church in 2000 very
keenly. While standing on principle
without regret, he was saddened by the many relationships and families that were
fractured perhaps never to be healed this side of eternity.
When he retired from the pastoral
ministry in 2002 my father was well known as a conference speaker and preacher. He pastored many vacant congregations in the
Free Church (Continuing) and was a help and mentor to many other
ministers. Working with his brother Willie in Dornoch he produced many booklets that were no longer regarded as popular and these were sent all over the world. In retirement he worked on
several books: John E Marshall: Life and Writings (Banner of Truth, 2005),
Catch the Vision: The Roots of Reformed Recovery (EP, 2007) and John
Knox (EP, 2011). Catch the Vision
was dedicated to his children and grandchildren ‘heirs of a precious
heritage’. Dad felt disappointed that
the long prayed for revival of church and nation did not come in his lifetime
despite the return to expository preaching and the renewed interest in old but
Biblical truths. Retirement was
overshadowed by the sad death of my sister Anna in October 2019 from pancreatic
cancer. Dad took the news of her earlier
diagnosis very hard and never really recovered his natural cheerfulness until
she died. The loss of two daughters was
more than he could bear, and he seemed crushed by grief. It was a
reminder to us, if one was needed, that our confidence is not in length of
service or reputation but in the finished work of Christ.
My father’s legacy is that he was
utterly firm in his convictions yet generous in his estimations of other
Christians. One of his friends wrote to my mother of how my Dad reminded
him of Mr Great-heart in Bunyan’s Pilgrims Progress: loyal,
valiant in defence of the truth but also a wise guide. Like his great hero Prof John Murray, he had
very little sense of self and was utterly self-effacing. It seemed very
fitting that at the end of his life there were three books on Dad’s hospital
bedside table: the Bible, CH Spurgeon's 'Cheque Book of the Bank of Faith' and
a book of sermons by Prof John Murray entitled 'O Death, Where is Thy
Sting?' Isn't that so true for the Christian? Death is not the end
but the glorious beginning. As a family we are so thankful for the gospel
hope. We are so glad that Dad is free from his pain and sorrow and now
knows the reality of 1 Corinthians 15 v 55: ‘O death, where is thy sting? O
grave, where is thy victory?’
