The Prophet's Grave

Vance Havner was a small, unimposing man. He spoke in a high, nasily tone, and a thick Southern accent that betrayed his upringing in Jugtown, NC. Despite his outward appearance, Havner was a modern prophet. His words were nails fastened by a master of the assembly (Eccl. 12:11). He had a way with words, and could turn a phrase in such a way that it was at once clever, and convicting. He had a dry humor that was disarming, and yet never glib. He stood and pointed out the hypocrisy and carnality of the modern church, and did not flinch in the face of those who found his bluntness offensive and old-fashioned. Men of his caliber and conviction are rare, and he is dearly missed. You can still find many of his books, and audio of his sermons can be found on the web.

If you are ever in Greensboro, NC, find Guilford College Road, and look for Guilford College. Just across from the school is a Quaker church with a cemetary behind it. Havner is buried toward the middle of the cemetary. Stop by and pay your respects to the prophet.

"Our Lord sent His disciples out as sheep among wolves; now the wolves are being invited into the sheepfold." V.H.

"The church is not a showboat; it's a lifeboat." V.H.

"[Too many] churches begin at 11 o'clock sharp, and end at 12 o'clock dull." V.H.

"We're not waiting for something; we are watching for Someone." V.H.