One who dreamed a strange dream thus relates an experience which led him to decide for God and for everything that is highest and best. He saw himself old and infirm, leaning on a staff, and with uneven step, tottering toward an open grave. His hair was long and white, his face and hands were wrinkled with age and care just before he slipped into a yawning grave he looked back along the whole pathway of life. He saw a point away back in his youth where the road forked. One road led up and up till it reached the land of peace and of God’s glory; the other road led down and down till it entered the open grave.
He saw that he had made the wrong choice in his youth, and he cried aloud; “Oh, to be again at the cross roads!” With this cry he awoke, for he had been asleep. He looked at his hands―they were not wrinkled and old; he felt his brow―it was not furrowed with care; he examined his locks―they were not long and gray; he was not leaning upon a staff―it was a dream. He was not old, but was still young; his life was all before him, and he was “at the cross roads.” After such a vision it did not take him long to decide to choose the right path-to enter in at the strait gate, to take Christ as his salvation. Make your choice in time!