A great man went to be with the Lord this week, full of years after an extraordinary life.  Cotton Bagwell got more front page ink in the Asheville Citizen-Times than anyone in reader memory, and on Saturday, January 8, 2005, a grateful community paid its respects at Woodland Hills Baptist Church in Weaverville. His son, my friend Ken Bagwell, host of Heads Up America on  WZNN Supertalk 1350,  invited me to speak at his memorial.

  

Eulogy:
Cotton Bagwell
by
JD Wetterling

 Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I will depart.  The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised (Job 1:21).

 

Job, one of the wealthiest men in the Old Testament, said that in utmost piety when he lost it all—seven sons and three daughters, his servants and all his herds…slaughtered in a day.  It makes our memorial service this morning a celebration by comparison.  The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised for the life of Cotton Bagwell, child of God, home at last. It is a great humbling honor and awesome responsibility to stand in this place and attempt to witness to the glory of our almighty, providential God at the most traumatic event in human life. 

Lincoln said at Gettysburg, “It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here...” to the cause for which Cotton Bagwell lived.  Funerals are for the living.  Cotton’s problems are over, his eternal rest has commenced, eternal rest where No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him (1Cor. 2:9). 

We can all learn from Cotton’s life.  Mentoring youth was his life’s work, a noble calling.  Cotton’s boss when he served his country in the south Pacific during WW II, General Douglas Mac Arthur said, “On the fields of friendly strife are sown the seeds, that on other days and other fields will bear the fruits of victory.” Cotton came home to a grateful nation after that most devastating war in history and became a sower of those seeds.  He sowed them among the diamonds of western North Carolina…baseball diamonds.  He took rough lumps of coal, young mountain manhood and polished and pressed them till they shined like diamonds.  He taught them a boy’s game, with his own undiminished boyish enthusiasm, and in the process taught them the game of life: how to win with humility and how to loose with grace; how to give the game, be it baseball or life, your all and entrust the outcome to the providence of God; how to suffer the slings and arrows on the fields of friendly strife, so that later, if called, they might endure the bombs and bullets of the killing fields and bear the fruits of victory, that our great nation might always breathe the fresh air of freedom.  A teacher and coach can do more good for mankind and impact more lives for good than any other calling.  Shaping young minds while they are still malleable is so crucial for our culture, and its current darkening trend demonstrates just how desperately we need more Cotton Bagwells.

They say he got his name because of the color of his hair, but it reminds me of that great puritan preacher and pre-revolutionary intellectual who had such a profound impact on our nation’s founding fathers.  His name was Cotton Mather and he was known for his fiery passionate sermons and his joy in the Lord. Cotton Bagwell demonstrated his joy in the Lord with a different sermon.  His sermon was the life he lived, which, for all of us, speaks louder than any words we can ever muster. He was part of the John Wayne era in America, just like my dad, where real men were the strong silent type who could say more with one look than today’s girly-men can say in paragraph. A generation of western Carolina men and women speaks to the worth of his life and the mark he left, by God’s grace, on this world.

Let us use these few sad minutes this morning to talk about fundamentals, as Cotton might say.  Let us apply our hearts to wisdom, to rededicate our lives to the cause of Christ, and God willing, for those here who may not know the Lord in a saving way, perhaps this could be the start of a sanctifying pilgrimage to glory.  Cotton might call it a pre-game locker room talk, and I hope…I think, he would have approved.  It is what I would want at my homecoming celebration.

In my war, I flew a Super Sabre, a swept wing angel of death.  Now I’m a foot soldier for a Super Savior, fighting for the eternal life of souls.  In those early days of combat, we used to say, “If you’re gonna get taken out, take as many with you as you can.”  Now in these days of spiritual warfare we know that we are all going to get taken out and the same rule applies.  When I cross that river, I want to take as many with me as God is pleased to allow.  They can even come later, if God wills.  Just so they come.    

An old hymn that Charles Spurgeon loved to recite should be the plea of every human heart to our merciful God:

 

Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die…

 

Dear friends, you dare not die without Christ.  A deathbed is a torturer’s rack without the saving knowledge of your Lord and Redeemer, Jesus Christ.  And an eternity of the horrors of hell is too terrifying to contemplate, but contemplate it you better if that is what it takes to drive you to your knees at the foot of the cross. The Apostle Paul told the Romans, There is no one righteous, no not one... (Rom. 3:10).  But we may acquire Christ’s righteousness by a simple accounting function.  On the cross the sins of believers were debited to Christ…and His righteousness was credited to them. Debits equal credits, as any accountant knows, and the books are balanced for those who have faith in Him.  And in the case of God’s accounting for Christ’s work on our behalf, the books are balanced for eternity.
        So how do you get this faith that balances the books for eternity?  You cannot figure it out on your own, you cannot earn it—the most community minded pagan in Asheville will not attain the company of Cotton in heaven.  Faith is a gift, freely given.  All you have to do is ask for it.  You cannot pray for forgiveness of sins if you don’t mean it, you can’t mock God.  Neither can you fool him.  He knows your words before you even think them.  You get this gift of faith by asking for it.  Jesus said, Ask and you shall receive (Luke 11:9).  The Apostle Paul told the Ephesians, For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this [faith is] not from yourselves, it is the gift of God (Eph. 2:8).  “Grace” means freely given, but it means more, it means freely given to someone undeserving.  You think you are such a rascal that God could not possibly respond to your asking for faith?  Think again of the meaning of grace—freely given though undeserved.  Every Old Testament hero was a rascal before God’s grace overpowered him.  Moses was a murderer, Jacob was a self-centered thief, King David committed adultery and murder in the first degree.  In the New Testament Paul slaughtered many Christians before God floored him and blinded him with the gift of faith on the road to Damascus.  It is the love of God infinitely beyond your comprehension that manifests itself in this grace that makes you a new person in Christ…all for the asking. 

What does this faith look like?  It consists of two parts: 1.) sure knowledge that what God has revealed in His Word is true—absolute truth—and 2.) firm confidence that God has granted you forgiveness of sins and salvation, out of mere grace, only for the sake of Christ’s merits, not yours. Such faith will drive you to change your life because you will want to change your life.  In the darkest days of the Civil War, Abe Lincoln said he was often driven to his knees by the overwhelming conviction there was no place else to go.  With this faith you will be driven to go to church on Sunday because of the overwhelming conviction there is no place else for you to go.  You will be driven to spend time in His Word, and your eyes will see things there you never saw before.  Formerly obtuse scripture will enlighten the darkest corners your mind, because God has opened your eyes to his truth and His Holy Spirit, dwelling in you, has given you wisdom.  The grace that chose you will make you obedient to Him and this God-given faith will see you through to glory.  He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion (Phil. 1:6).  That’s a guarantee at the highest level of authority!  In spite of your doubts, recurring rebellion, backslidings, repetitive sins, crocodile-tear repentance, alienating affections, less faith than a mustard seed and puny efforts to live like Jesus in a fallen world…in spite of all this, He who began this gracious work in you will not fail or change his mind.  He will bring you home to be with him in glory.
    Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life.  He who believes in me will live, even though he dies (John 11:25). 
   
Today Cotton lives, even though he died.  He now rejoices because his faith has been replaced by sight!  
   
Jesus’ gift of life for the believer triumphs over death.  This greatest gift by God’s grace alone is what we celebrate this day in the life and homecoming of Cotton Bagwell, God’s own.  Do you have this gift?  Are you driven to church by a God-given desire…or because your spouse makes you…or because it is good for business?  Do you have the gift of faith based on sure knowledge and firm confidence?  If not, why not ask God for this faith?  Why not ask Him to open your eyes?  Why not ask Him to take your hard, sinful heart and overhaul it and make you a new man…or woman in Christ?  It is the only thing in life that counts. 
   
Would you please pray with me?
   
Most merciful God our Father, in your loving kindness be pleased to open our eyes to the greatest gift—the gift of faith in Christ, our only hope.  Take away our love of sinning and cause us to hate it.  May your Holy Spirit fill us with the wisdom of your Word and incline our will to ask for faith, that we might receive the joy of your salvation by your amazing grace alone, a joy that no one can take away, a born again heart that no one can snatch out of your hand, so that one day our friends will gather like us today to celebrate our home coming, as we join Cotton and the Lord forever, in bliss beyond the dream of imagination, in joy beyond the measure of reason and in blessedness beyond the dream of imagination.  In Christ’s priceless name we pray, Amen.  

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