Rebecca Flygstad (1892-1905)

FLYGSTAD, KLEAVELAND

Posted By: Dorian Myhre (email)
Date: 2/9/2025 at 00:21:16

From Jewell Record August 18, 1905 (page 6)

OBITUARY.

The coming of the Lord is close at hand. Yet we count on many years to come, and live and plan as though long life was assured us. How terrible to go tripping through life without a thought of anything but the present and its perishable joy. How few believe that death is near at hand. Again the Lord has given us warning by the death of Rebekka Flygstad. She came to her sister, Mrs. Kleaveland, at Jewell, to stay and attend the parochial school of the Lutheran church. She had merely started when she took sick and was confined to bed for about three weeks. She died at her sister's home in Jewell, Saturday, August 13th, at the age of thirteen years. Out of fifteen children, three have gone before her. A mother, eight sisters and three brothers are left to mourn her early departure. The funeral took place Sunday afternoon. Prof. Bruce, her last teacher, spoke at the house and Rev. C. J. Eastvold at the church.

Amid the gloom and sadness natural to the occasion of death we are invited to look up and beyond the confines of earth and behold the celestial home above. Little Rebekka will be greatly missed here but let us remember that life is not only joy. Beloved Rebekka has escaped life's many dangerous possibilities.

How many tears flow in this world over the sins and wrongs and evils which errors work in the lives of the good! "Weep not, weep not," is the echo that is borne back to earth from Myriads of spirit voices of the saints. Lone mothers, sisters and brothers, can you see your loved one in the yonder shining throng? Look not to earth for consolation. Where the treasure is, there will the heart be also. Shall not this be an occasion for the Lord to gather the surviving sisters and brothers and dear mamma into his fold?

Will not the school children, whom she so suddenly left to depart to another world, come to Jesus? Rebekka bids you all good bye. Hear the Master tenderly calling: "Come unto me!"
C. J. EASTVOLD.