Peggy had a lame hip and had been in bed for a long, long time. I have been to see some sick people who had boxes of candy, and vases of beautiful flowers to make them happy. Peggy had neither candy nor flowers, but she was very happy.
It was a cold, rainy day when I first went to her little room to visit her. The only window in the room was very tiny, and it faced the north. What a pity, I thought, that her window faces north.
“You never have any sunshine in here,” I said. “It’s too bad your window doesn’t face the south and then you would enjoy the sunshine.”
“Oh!” she answered with a very bright smile, “the sun shines in here all the time, even through the cracks.”
I looked surprised.
“The Sun of Righteousness—Jesus,” she said softly.
I could not doubt her, for she looked happier than anyone I had seen for many a day.
I know of a home where they have no need of the sun at all. It is heaven, where the Lord Jesus is. And I know of a place—I shall not call it a home—where there is blackness of darkness forever. It is hell. Which will be your eternal destiny, dear reader? If you know the Lord Jesus as your own Saviour now, you can enjoy the sunshine of His wondrous love every day, and you can be sure of the eternal home that He has prepared, where there is no night. Only those who are saved shall enter there. Will you?
ML 08/29/1954