"I know I cannot get better," and as I looked at the wasted form and face of the speaker, as she leaned forward in her chair, I could only listen in silence, for my thoughts echoed her words.
"I have been told so twice, soberly and earnestly. They call it a fatal disease; the end is not expected to come suddenly; my heart is strong."
A pause followed this statement of her case.
"Do you suffer?" I asked. "At times I do a great deal."
"How good it is to be able to say, 'It is well,' " I said.
The face lighted up wonderfully, and its earnest expression gave depth and strength to its very thin outline.
"O, yes!" she answered, "and how one turns to the Sacrifice."
Quickly and with increasing earnestness she continued,
"His righteousness, His love demands it—namely, demands the pardon of the soul who trusts in that Sacrifice. Think of His being forsaken by God. In righteousness to Christ, God pardons all who trust in that Sacrifice. What a Sacrifice!" Looking bright with certainty, she added,
"Should that not cover the worst?"
Has the mighty sacrifice of the Son of God covered you, dear reader?
"Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered." Covered by God! not covered by myself. No, we cannot cover our sins! On the contrary, we are to uncover them! To whom? To God. Then we learn, and not till then, that God Himself had covered them by the blood of His own Son.
I repeat the question asked me only this morning, "Should that not cover the worst?"
"I hear the words of love,
I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty Sacrifice,
And I have peace with God.
'Tis everlasting peace!
Sure as Jehovah's name;
'Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same."