Two friends met on the street. They had just heard of the sudden death of a mutual acquaintance, possessed of much of this world’s goods.
“What has he left?” inquired one.
“He’s left all!” was the abrupt and unexpected reply.
Yes; and when you come to die, my unconverted reader, you will leave all — your friends, your home, your money, Your pleasures, your all!
But stay, there is one thing you would give worlds to be able to leave behind, but you cannot — your sins.