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The Man Who Loved Souls

Hidden Memoirs of a Mountain Preacher

You are about to read the hidden memoirs of a mountain preacher in the early 1900’s. They are his stories, written through the hands of his granddaughter many years ago and not published until now.



Read stories of gun battles, murders, supernatural visitations by angels, healings, miracles, visions, great sacrifices, suffering and true love.



Read how one man was instrumental in establishing an uncommon 80 churches in his lifetime. Don’t be surprised by the poor English grammar and spelling. Why? The author says, “I’m leaving it in his own words, so you can get to know the man who lived this life in the truest sense of the word.” Rev. Henry Robertson did not allow his lack of education, stature or wealth to stop him from fulfilling God’s destiny for his life and he would want you to know that you have the same opportunity in your own life.



He shared with several people throughout his ministry this statement, “There’s a whole lot you can do for God as long as you don’t care who gets the credit.” This is the type of man you will read of.



He was known to those around him as, ‘The Man Who Loved Souls’. Certainly his stories will inspire and bring insight into how he earned this title among his peers. As you read and walk in his steps, reliving his past, you are sure to take something good from it. God has anointed every page of this book, because the price that was paid to live it was great!

"I were born in a log house in 1909. The cracks in the logs were dobbed with mud. The floor wasn't made of lumber. It was made of hewed puncheons. There was only one road to the house. You had to walk or ride horse back to get there. We had no washing machine, not even a washing board. We warshed our clothes in the branch and beat them out with a battling stick, laying the clothes on a rock. The chimney and fireplace was made out of stone and mud."



"God saved my life many times. He had mercy on my life and didn't let me go to hell. I think he knew one day I would work for him. One night I were walking home late one night with my cousin and there was a man mocking at us and yelling profanities. This man had some buddies and they were all in there playing cards and drinking moonshine. So we went on home, but I was so angry that I got my gun and kicked the man’s door in to shoot him. The man must have heard me comin', cause he was standing behind the door with a loaded 45 automatic pistol and put the gun to my chest and pulled the trigger..."



"Mom and her minister said, “You’re a good boy. You should join the church.” I said, “Mom, what good would it do me? I am a sinner. If I was to be baptized, I would go down a dry sinner and just come up a wet one? Mom, I am a drunkard. I might die and go to hell. I might never change. But if I do change, I promise you I will never be a hypocrite!”



"I went over to his house one Monday morning. He acted like he was afraid of me. He threw the money out the window and shouted, “Get out of here and put the roof on that church so I can get some sleep!”



"One day as I was digging the foundation for the new church in the Mojave Desert, I dug up about 15 of them stinging scorpions. I got hot and I went over and sat down on the ground. It just so happened that I sat down on one of them stinging scorpions but I smothered it into the ground. The Lord gave me a lot of power to get up off of it! I didn’t tread upon it, but I sat upon it!"



"...as I went down the aisle preaching, I saw Hatfield back up in the corner of the church with that 45 under his leg. He put his right hand on the trigger. In came those four men. Two were on one side of the aisle and two on the other side. They were bad men. No doubt they had guns too. They would look over at me and they would look over at Hatfield. They would start to get me then they will look at Hatfield with his hand on the trigger of that gun. They knew that the first man to touch me would die..."