A GYPSY evangelist was one day visiting an army camp. The fort was jealously guarded. One day when he went out for a walk he entered the fort by a different route, and was halted by a sentry who did not know him. Not having a pass the Gypsy was placed in the guard room and a sergeant summoned. The Gypsy's identification was examined and found to be all right, so he was allowed to proceed.
Before leaving, however, he had a word with the sergeant.
"Have you got a pass for heaven, sergeant?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not," was the reply.
"Then you'd better get one at once," said the Gypsy; "for they are far more particular there than you are here, and you don't stand a ghost of a chance of getting in!"
The sergeant smiled, but the Gypsy's words had pierced a joint in his armor. Four days later he accepted Christ as his Saviour. Rising from his knees he gripped the Gypsy's hand and said, "Thank God, I've got my pass for heaven now. That was the only thing that was troubling me. If death should come to me on the battlefield, it won't be death but life everlasting."
Messages of the Love of God 7/6/1975