There lived in a village near the Lake of Geneva a girl who attended a gospel meeting held in a hall by two devoted Christian ladies. On account of being a Protestant, the maiden suffered considerable persecution from her friends and relatives who were Roman Catholics. But her consistent life won for her the esteem of many.
One evening, to the, surprise of Jeanne, she was sent for by a Colonel’s wife. She thought, “I wonder why a rich lady should send for a poor girl like me.” On reaching the house Jeanne was taken to the sick chamber. The room was filled with nurses, ministering to the sufferer’s needs.
Jeanne approached the bedside and said, “Madam, all here are doing their utmost for your body, is no one caring for your soul?” “No one, Jeanne,” said the dying woman, “and that is why I have sent for you; maybe you can tell me what I have to do to be saved.” Jeanne replied, “Madam, the Bible says, ‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved.’” The sick one replied, I do believe, but I am not saved. “Jeanne said,” Believing that Jesus came down from heaven and died will never save anybody. To believe on the Lord Jesus is to believe that when He died on the cross, He died for you, that when He suffered the penalty of sin, He suffered for you.”
In wonder and amazement the dying lady exclaimed as the truth was brought home to her, “And that is all, Jeanne? I do believe, and I am saved.” Throughout the night the lady, with her hand in Jeanne’s, rejoiced in Christ as her own Saviour. Her last words were “Saved.”