It was my happy privilege for many years to visit regularly a dear saint of God. She has lately fallen asleep in Jesus and awaits that long looked-for morn when the trumpet shall sound and the dead in Christ shall arise.
Many happy hours I have spent with her, and often I have come away refreshed in spirit from my visit with one poor in this world's goods, but rich in faith.
Nearly a century her years had run, and for most of that time she had known the Lord as her Savior, her Refuge, and her Comforter. One always felt that to her heaven was not simply heaven, but home. She constantly spoke of "home" with evident reality, and yet with perfect simplicity. The deep, blessed teaching of the Spirit of God had made this home a very real place to her—a place she longed for day by day. Sometimes, after she had been ill, we would say to her: "Well, Granny, not gone home yet?" She would reply: "No, not yet; I must have patience.”
One afternoon I asked her: "Granny, wouldn't you like to live to be a hundred?" She lacked only three or four years of that great age. Her quick reply, as she raised herself on her arm, was: "No, I wouldn't— not at all! I want to go and be with Jesus. If I am His and He is mine, what more could I want? His rod and staff will comfort me.”
Unsaved one, nothing but fear and dread can fill your heart when you think of God and the brightness of the eternal glory, with Him. While you shrink from hell, do you not wish there were some other place where you could go by-and-by rather than to the presence of Him whom the redeemed call "Father"? May the Lord in His tender mercy use the words of that dear old saint to tell you of the blessed realities of faith! "I often think," she used to say, "I am a great sinner; but He is a bigger Savior.”
You know yourself to be a great sinner, don't you? I know you do, but "He is a greater Savior." May you, my, reader, also know for yourself how great a Savior the Lord Jesus is!