“As the noon hour is drawing near, I must bring my sermon to a close.  Tonight at seven-thirty I shall preach on a favorite subject of mine—­the Hellish Heresy of Holiness.  But, in conclusion, let me say that I still feel heavily the burden of fighting old man Benton and his group.  I am growing somewhat gray, but I’m still in the fight.  I aim to push the battle.  I believe that in defending his faith a man is justifiable in using almost any means imaginable.  Let us pray:  Lord, we thank thee for this hour in which we have defended thy cause.  Lord, bless this church and curse those who seek its harm.  Smite any person or persons in this community who seek to propagate false religion.  And now may the grace of Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost rest and abide with us now and forever, amen.”

So closed a service a picture of which today still hangs on the walls of the memory of those present.

How hidden is the path of one’s future.  When Preacher Bonds mounted his sorrel horse at the church that noon-day, just as he had done for many, many years, little did he think that the same sun which afforded him a chance to illustrate in his morning sermon the multiplicity of his own sins would, before setting that day, shine upon his lifeless form.

It so happened that day that Preacher Bonds invited one of his brethren home with him to dinner.  As he and this member, who was a pillar in the church, rode along the country road to Bonds’ home, Bonds gave the member a full outline of his intended sermon on the Hellish Heresy of Holiness.  When the two men had reached the barn of the Bonds’ premises and had fed their horses they started for the house.  They were just passing in at the yard gate when Preacher Bonds staggered and fell to the ground.  He was carried into his house and placed on a cot, and a doctor was called; but within a half-hour from the time he fell at the gate his breath ceased and he began his eternity.  The doctor pronounced his death due to heart trouble.  There was no sermon at the church that night on the Hellish Heresy of Holiness.  The following day Bonds’ remains were started on the journey to Kentucky, where burial took place at the old boyhood home.

With the passing of Bonds the last candlestick was removed from Mount Olivet church.  Bonds’ sermon was the last one of the sin-you-must type preached there.  The church was entirely disbanded and the dilapidated building finally fell into the hands of those who came after Jake Benton.  In recent years the old church has been torn away and replaced by a beautiful white building surpassing even the former beauty of the old one.  Over its door were written these words:  The Church of God—­the Pillar and Ground of the Truth.  Over the pulpit this motto hangs:  “Behold how good and how pleasant for brethren to dwell together in unity.”  To the left on the wall are these words:  “Who forgiveth all our iniquities and healeth all our diseases.”