HAVE you ever stood in a busy railway station and watched the crowds of people coming and going? Every one you see is hurrying on to eternity, and so are you.
In Waterloo Station, London, I have often paused to give tracts to the young boys working there, and have learned to know many of them by name. One day I received a message that one of these lads, Clarence by name, was very sick and wished to see me. Clarence and I had talked often about the Saviour, and he had confessed Jesus as his Lord.
When I reached his bedside, I found he was in a raging fever, and was singing out so all could hear, "Safe in the arms of Jesus."
Two days later I came to see him again, and although the fever was gone, Clarence was dying. He knew it too, but he was full of joy. He told me, in his failing voice, of the sweet peace of trusting in Jesus. Then he added,
"I want you to take a message back to my chums at Waterloo Station. Tell them I was once a poor needy sinner, but that Jesus has died for me. Tell them I want them to meet me in glory."
His weeping, unconverted mother stood by his bedside, and it seemed as though he could not depart without one more appeal to her.
"Mother, I am going to be with Jesus. Will you meet me there?" With tender love, his failing voice pleaded with his weeping mother to come to Jesus the Saviour. At last she bowed and cried aloud, "Yes, my dear Clarence, I will meet you in glory, I come to Jesus now."
Clarence smiled, looked upward, and was gone!
You will be gone too some day! Will it be "Safe in the arms of Jesus" for you?
Messages of the Love of God 9/7/1952