Next to me sat a young girl. The company around us was in animated conversation while we two were silent.
Turning to her, I said, "Can you tell me how many sins it would take to shut one out of heaven?"
She replied thoughtfully, "Could God allow one sin in heaven any more than a thousand?"
"No," I said, "one sin in the Garden of Eden brought ruin to man and to all the earth beside. All the misery in all the world started with that one sin in Eden. If God allowed one sin in heaven, it would ruin that too."
Why, then, did you ask me that question?" she said.
"Because, my dear, I want to ask you another. Have you ever committed one sin?"
Instantly her eyelids drooped, and she remained silent. In a moment, however, I saw a large tear running down her cheek, and she softly said, "Yes, more than one."
"Could you," I said, "put your finger on one that you remember?"
Another time of silence followed. Then, with evident pain, she said, "Yes, not long ago I denied what I knew to be true. I wanted to avoid difficulty."
"Well then," I said, "by your own confession you have committed at least one sin, and you correctly said that one sin would shut us out of heaven as well as a thousand. You then are shut out already. What are you going to do?"
Immediately a change came over her. Her eyes, though still full of tears, looked straight in my face as she said with reverence, "The Lord Jesus died for me. He is my only hope."