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Published January 1, 2020
My grandfather was a blunt man. Not blunt like an edged tool that has gone dull. He was blunt like a force. Blunt like something with no edges at all. James Irwin Wilson was blunt like a tree is blunt: blunt and virtually immovable. In the end — the long slow end — even the stump was hard to pull. James Wilson was blunt with his honesty, with his counsel, with his gospel preaching. Blunt with his kindness. Especially his kindness. Because the kindest thing he could ever think to do was to insist that everyone he met repent and turn to Jesus. Including people who already had [smiling] ... just in case. [snip] My grandfather was kind and blunt. A kind and blunt port for any wayward ship in any storm. [snip] His money was everyone's money. His books were, and are, everyone's books. [snip] But books were just a vehicle. Jim Wilson wanted his joy to be your joy, his hope to be your hope. [snip] We now mark the falling of a blunt old tree: courageous and kind and honest, a mighty oak that gave much to many. And those of us among his descendants count ourselves chief among the blessed.This is a remarkable story about a remarkable man. He supported his family as a teenager when his father was disabled. There are stories about farming, the navy, missionary work, courting Bessie Dodds (a missionary 8 years older), raising a family, and ministry.