Walking along the road, I was overtaken by a man, of whom I asked my way. After telling me, I offered him a tract.
"O," he said, "I see the road you are going.”
"Yes," I replied, "it is a blessed thing to be on the road to heaven." He assented, and then went on to say: "I was converted six years ago by a paper like this, which was blown between my feet. It was a windy day, and something seemed to say to me: " 'Pick it up, and it will put you right,' so I had to turn back and pick it up. It had a hymn printed on it, called:
“‘I always go to Jesus.'
"My conscience asked, 'Do you always go to Jesus?' I was obliged to own I did not, so I went to Him then, and He saved me.”
"Well," I said, "do you ever have doubts or fears now?" He owned that he had.
"Why do you not look at the receipt, then?" I asked him.
"So I do," he replied.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Why, the blood of Christ," was the reply.
"No," said I; "that is the money the debt is paid with; the receipt is the risen Christ. God has raised Him for our justification, and His resurrection is the full discharge, or the receipt for the debt he owed.”
"Well," he replied, "I never saw that before.”
Now, dear reader, are you a child of God by faith in Christ Jesus?