A Tribute to
Norman Brush
(November 24, 1926 - March 23, 1998)
by Marion Brown

Ernest Norman Brush was born in Birmingham, Alabama to Bert and Minnie Brush. During his early years he recalled carrying songbooks for his dad and listening to his mother preach and 'backing the preacher', a local term used to identify those who supported the preacher.

He experienced childhood conversion and began preaching at an early age. He became pastor of the Millroad Sanctified Church of Christ. The light of God shone brightly in his heart and he soon became sought after as an evangelist. His insistence on a holy lifestyle soon caused dissension within the church of his birth.

With a heart hungry after God, Adam Clarke's Commentaries, and the Holy Scriptures, he pursued a life that would be well pleasing to the Lord. As his acquaintances grew of like-minded men he came in contact with Rev. G.I. Norman. Bro. Norman was instrumental in leading him to a more clear knowledge of God. Always remember that God will reveal Himself to all who call upon Him, for He is no respecter of persons. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled..

Norman Brush fondly recalled going to revival meeting at night then going to see Bro. Norman during the day and walking with him as he patiently pointed out more clearly 'the way of the Cross'. He then joined the Wesleyan Methodist Church and pastored Fort Payne, Ala.; Columbus, Ga.; and Pell City, Ala. While pastoring at Pell City, the Church was visited with an unusual spiritual awakening under the preaching of Rev. Arthur Roney. While there he experienced a new level of victory, but mingled with sorrow; his first wife died and left him a widower with eight children.

From Pell City he moved to Hobe Sound, Fla. where he met and married Fay Halstead, who became his lifelong mate and mother to his children.

His understanding of the Scriptures; his fierce allegiance to Wesleyan teaching and doctrine; his determination not to allow this present evil world to squeeze him into its mold; his unmitigated honesty; his contagious smile and his warm and affectionate spirit was well known to all whose lives he touched.

Last, but by no means least, he was among that hardy group of men who risked reputations, friendships and respect of peers to launch this fledgling fellowship now known as the Fundamental Wesleyan Society. Of our few numbers he once quipped "The cutting edge is never crowded". So, he lived and died, but to those of us who knew him intimately he was holy and undefiled, a son of the living God!