HERE are a few lines that a dying mother wrote to her son, which I thought the readers of “Messages of Love” would like to read. We may see how satisfied this dear old saint was with Christ. She knew Him as a very dear Friend for many years, and now she is happy in the thought that she is going to see Him soon. What a comfort it must be, when a Christian comes to leave this world to have the assurance that this dying woman had.
“I write these few lines on my 69th, birthday. In all probability ere the next I will be away from this scene with the One whom not having seen I have loved so long. With that Man who sat weary and thirsty at Sycher’s well waiting for a poor lost sinner. I shall gaze into those eyes which shed tears with the sisters at Bethany. I shall be with the One who spent whole nights in prayer on Mount Olivet.
How often in thought do I see that loving One, after having fed the multitude, and sent the people away to their own houses, wending His way up the side of Olivet, there on the mount to commune with His Father. I will be with that One who agonized in the garden when He thought of that bitter cross, and what He was to endure there.
O, my son, have you ever pictured that lovely Man as He walked for the last time with His disciples to that garden where He had often taken them before, and asks them to watch with Him while He goes a little further to pray, to His Father about the bitter cup He has to drink before He could have you or me with Him in the Father’s house? May He be as precious to you as He has been to me these many years.”
ML 10/12/1902