Many years ago there was a man who spent the whole of his life caring for cattle and otherwise wisely using his time. At last, through old age and infirmity and long exposure to the wild weather of these moorland hills, he became totally blind.
As he neared his last days, the unseen things of eternity became to him more real and abiding. The old man was frequently visited by one of his granddaughters, who read to him portions of the Word of God One day, while this little girl was reading to him the first Epistle of John, when she reached a certain verse, the old man stopped her, and gently raising himself up, he said with great earnestness,
“Is that there, my dear?”
“Yes, grandpa.”
“Then read it to me again, I never heard the like before.” Again she read it. “You are quite sure it is there?”
Yes, quite sure!”
“‘Then take my hand and lay my finger on the passage, for I should like to feel it.”
So the little girl put the old blind man’s finger on the seventh verse, when he said,
“Now read it again to me.” The little girl read with her soft, gentle voice,
“You are quite sure that is there?” “Yes, quite sure!”
“If anyone should ask you how I died, tell them I died in the faith of these words,” he said.
Not long after, the blind old man passed from all the sorrows of earth to the land that is fairer than day.
Dear young friend, this text can save you also.
ML 11/13/1938