AN aged man lay in much weakness, and waking up from sleep, said to his son, who was watching over him, “I don’t know where I am going.” The son, as often before, talked simply to him about Jesus, and rest came back to him.
An aged woman who was converted many years ago at Sunday school, and who in her measure served the Lord through her long life, was taken for death one morning from heart failure. She lay in perfect peace, but those with her saw she wanted to speak, and in a sort of whisper heard her say “Jesus,” and she departed to be with Him.
Beloved reader, it is well to have such a stay on the pillow of death. Religious notions will not be much to you then, but in that name is salvation.
M. A. D.