Dale Jenkins shares a personal perspective:
One of my heroes died today. Brother Jim Bill McInteer was a prince of a man, a gentleman, a man of God’s Word. Where do you start in remembering this godly man? He casts a long shadow and in the minds of many he the last of small group of preachers who so strongly influenced our brotherhood – Ira North, Willard Collins, BC Goodpasture, Batsell Barret Baxter and Jim Bill McInteer. His life entered into so many spheres.
The Christian Chronicle has a notice.
BrotherhoodNews.com story is now up.
I’ve asked to quote one brother who testified to brother McInteer’s firmness in face of false doctrine. Stay tuned for that.
And, from a “Reverend” who thinks very little of us, comes this tribute from November of last year:
One of the influences in my life was a Kentuckian who had the good sense to leave Kentucky and move to Nashville. His name was Jim Bill McInteer. He stood about five feet ten, and had a muscular frame, reddish hair thinning on top, and the face of Santa Claus smile and all. He was a preacher, but not like any preacher I’ve ever heard before or since. He spoke with that broad, upper-class Kentucky drawl, and he could form a sentence of poetic grandeur, a sentence so flowery that it was spell-binding. He hypnotized us with twenty-minute sermons of sentences woven together like a floral basket overflowing with beauty. Going to church to hear Jim Bill McInteer preach was like eating candy. Sometimes I had to go to some other church just to stop eating candy for a Sunday. Jim Bill was one of two ministers who conducted our wedding. Since he was wealthy, being the manager of five family farms, he graciously accepted the honorarium we paid him, and then gave it back as his gift to the bride and groom.
Jim Bill brought to his perfectionist, sectarian denomination a wise and healthy hearing of the gospel of grace, which was good news to our ears. The Christianity he affirmed was full of common sense, and he served for decades as the editor of a magazine for the generation that grew up in the 1940’s—a practical generation, willing to work hard, save much and think for themselves. The vision of God that he preached was full of hope like I’m talking about this morning—hope that is promise, not a “maybe.”
And then one Monday evening I got a chance to see another side of Jim Bill McInteer, the leader behind the scenes. I was in college. I had something I wanted to talk to the lay leaders of the church about, so I was invited to the meeting. I sat off to the side as they sat around a long table, Jim Bill at one end. He brought one issue after another to their attention, and then he let them discuss it, ask questions, work on it and come up with a resolution. He left his flowery language in his study, but the grace was still there. Respected nationwide, he submitted his ego to the discipline of a shared fellowship, and he was content to be a partner with every person sitting at the table. By the time it was my turn to speak I was so impressed by the atmosphere of the meeting that I felt like my issue was petty, crimped and ungenerous. It was a lesson in humanity, which is Christianity, which is love, which is the practical living out of “the hope that does not disappoint us.”
I never knew Jim Bill McInteer and feel the poorer for it. But I am heir to many of his good works which I have known and benefited from.
My prayer is that his family be comforted and, above all, that they continue his legacy of good works and faithfulness to the Lord.
UPDATE: Here’s the Tennessean’s obituary. BNc link added above.