William Irvine (Scottish Evangelist) - Death

Death

William Irvine died in Jerusalem on 9 March 1947 at age 84 from throat cancer. He was buried in Zion Cemetery, Jerusalem. The precise location within the cemetery is now unknown, presumably any marker was obliterated when the area became a no-man's land between Jordan and Israel between 1948 and 1967. It is not completely clear how followers of Irvine's "Omega Message" rationalised the facts of his death with the roles which he seems to play in his prophecies. However, his role in the years after 1914 seems to have been as the "Reader of Revelation", and members seem to be awaiting his return to fulfill other predictions.

Irvine's death went largely unnoticed by the larger (Two by Twos) branch of the movement, most of whom either had no or only vague knowledge of the movement's founder. They had also, after the split of 1914–18, sought to diminish the role of William Irvine's involvement in the church group. Following Irvine's excommunication, leading workers agreed to "bury the past" and move forward.

William Irvine was survived by his sisters in Scotland, and by a son Archibald Irvine (died 1952).

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