AN AGED Christian woman lay dying in her quiet village home. Weeping friends stood near her bed, but she wept not. Looking calmly upon them she said, “I am going.” Then turning her gaze upward, she said, “I am coming,” and was immediately with her Lord.
How different from the end of the notorious infidel who cried to the woman who waited on him, “Stay with me, for I cannot bear to be alone. Send even a child to be with me, for it is hell to be alone.” Yes, lonely indeed must that soul be who is left to face death and eternity without Christ! What will your end be, dear reader?
The perfect friend is one who knows the worst about you,
And loves you just the same:
There’s One Who loves you just like that,
And Jesus is His Name.
Wonderful love of Jesus,
Dying on Calvary;
Suffering shame and anguish
All for the love of me.
The Father Himself loveth you
The love of Christ... passeth knowledge
Loved... with an everlasting love
ML-11/09/1969