One very dark Lord's Day night many years ago a servant of the Lord was trudging home after having preached the gospel. A few miles from his own house stood a wee cottage, almost too small for human habitation. On impulse he knocked at the door, and an aged woman opened it inquiring, "Are you the postman?”
Surprised, but ready with an answer, the preacher said: "I have a letter, and it contains good news for you." Briefly he delivered to her the glad tidings of salvation, explaining to her that the gospel of Christ is like a letter from God—a letter full of good news for all.
The old woman was not entirely a stranger to grace, but her heart was burdened with doubts and fears. As she listened to the certainties of God's Word, her sense of insecurity for eternity vanished, and she found peace.
Happy in the present assurance of salvation, she asked who the messenger was, and from whence he came. "Ah, Madam, what matters it? I was sent from God to you," was his reply as he bade her good-night.
"Never a battle with wrong for the right,
Never a contest that He does not fight;
Lifting above us His banner so white,
Moment by moment I'm kept in His sight.”