He was an interesting old man, a stone-cutter, seventy-five years of age. He was minus an arm, which he had lost in an accident when he was young. In the course of conversation, I introduced the matter of eternity and his soul's salvation. At once his old wrinkled face lit up with joy. Looking up to the heavens, he said, "I thank God, my sins are gone! I am in Christ, without spot or wrinkle, or any such thing, and ready for His presence—:"
Here he suddenly stopped. His emotion had overcome him, for the tears were running down his old cheeks. Then he stammered out, "I'm just like a child, I cry when I think of it."
The old man had only been saved two years before while attending some mission services. Now his heart was filled with his joy in the Lord, a rare thing in one at his time of life, when the heart usually hardens and emotions dry up.
Dear fellow-reader, can you take sides with the old stone-cutter? Though seventy-five, he was only a babe in Christ—just two years old! Yet he manifested all the real emotions and overflowing heart of one grown old in the faith. His heart was filled with joy, and his mouth with praises unto our God.