A Word Fitly Spoken

 
At a funeral not long since, among the strangers who gathered around the grave, there was a man, who, with tears in his eyes, watched very intently the coffin as it was being slowly let down in the grave. A person who had observed him, went and inquired, “If the deceased was a relative. or a dear friend.” “No,” he replied, “I never spoke to him in my life, and he never spoke to me but once, but what he then said resulted in my soul’s salvation.”