I was writing out a check for a rather rough sort of man, As I dated it, I said,
“Time is passing ciuickly, is it not?”
“Yes, it is.”
“And we are going with it.”
“Yes.”
“If you go to heaven at the end of your time, how will you get there?” I asked.
“Well, I only knows one way, and that is the Saviour,”
What a splendid answer it was, and so unexpected. It made me glad to think the man only knew one way to heaven and that was the right one, for the Lord Jesus said,
ML 02/16/1941