A young convert was called to the bedside of a dying girl. In broken sentences she told the story of a mis-spent life. The only child of her parents, she had been carefully watched over by a loving father and a praying mother. But death removed the mother when the child was growing up; Ulm a gay step-mother took the vacant place. After the mother’s death the poor girl went with gay companions, and now as she lay dying, she feared to face the God she had sinned against. When she fell asleep, as she sometimes did for a few moments, she kept repeating, “Come onto Me,” and when asked what she meant, she said this was the first verse she had learned in the Sunday school, and now it was ringing in her ears. She asked that it might be reated. And so in the stillness of the death chamber these blessed words were main uttered in her ear and they were the last words on her lips:
How much happiness down here she might have had, if she had come to Him when she first heard that kind invitation!
ML 07/25/1943