A FEW days after a young friend of mine had believed on Christ as her own Saviour, while at her work, she walked forward to the elevator shaft, and leaned over the rail to see if the cage was coming up. It had gone to the floor above, and was coming down, but she did not hear it for the noise of machinery around her. She drew her head back quickly, and just in time, for her head actually touched the floor of it. In another second she would have been killed.
A girl, who saw her narrow escape, spoke to her.
She answered: “It is all right with me, I am trusting Jesus,” and she told her companion of a tract which she had read just before her conversion, of a young man who had gone home anxious about his soul, after having heard the gospel preached. His mother could give him no real comfort; but before he slept that night, he went to his mother, and said: “It is all right now, Mother, I am trusting Jesus.”
It was well for him that he did so that night, for the next day was his last on earth.
A. F.
ML 05/13/1900