Walter was eighteen years old. Perhaps most of our readers are younger than eighteen, and I think most of you are a lot healthier than Walter, too. Walter took sick when he was a boy of eleven, and had gradually become worse and worse, and at last had to stay in bed all the time. Now listen to the story of the happiest day in Walter’s life.
He is lying on his bed, as usual, and he hasn’t had much sleep, for he has been suffering a lot. The Doctor has just come into the room, and they are talking together.
“Walter, what would you say if I were to tell you that God is going to take you home soon? You haven’t very long to live, my boy,” the Doctor said.
Reader, what would you say if you heard such news as that? Listen to Waer’s answer.
“I would say, ‘Thank God!’ Not that I have had a bit too much pain, not a bit. But I was a lost sinner on my road to hell before I took sick, and I have often thanked God for making me sick and sending me a Christian Doctor who told me of the love of Jesus, so that now I am a Christian, and I am so happy at the thought of going to be with Jesus, my Saviour.”
Walter and his friend the Doctor had another long talk, and then Walter said, “Call in all the family w hear the good news. I want to tell them that this is the happiest day of my life, I am going, home soon!”
The boy lived some days after this, suffering very great pain, but always bright, and during his last hours of suffering, he was able to say, “I can trust Him to the end.”
ML 11/04/1951