The Poor Old Woman

Someone told me of a poor old woman who lay very ill in the attic room of a poor old house. She was dying, leaving this world after a long life of sin, and going to meet God with no hope at all.
With some difficulty I found my way to the house and up the dark stairs to her room. I stood at the top getting my breath and looking around in the darkness for the right door, when I made out the figure of a big strong man standing with his back to a half-open door. His arms were folded as glared at me fiercely, looking almost ready to throw me down the stairs.
I held up my Bible and told him why I had come, but he shook his fist and ordered me and my Book down the stairs at once.
At this moment I was surprised to hear a feeble voice from behind the door call out, "Does your Book speak of the blood?"
Instantly I pushed my way into the moor, such a gloomy wretched room it was, and there on a bed of straw lay the poor old woman. "I'm dying," she said, with all the strength she had. "I must meet God, and I've been a wicked woman. Long ago I heard of the blood that cleanses, and I want to know if it's true. Oh Sir, is it in your Book?"
I did not need to say much. I just read to her of the Saviour dying upon the cross, of the three hours of awful darkness when He became our sin bearer, and of the blood that flowed from His wounded side, "It is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul." Lev. 17:1111For the life of the flesh is in the blood: and I have given it to you upon the altar to make an atonement for your souls: for it is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul. (Leviticus 17:11). "The blood of Jesus. Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin." I John 1:77The same came for a witness, to bear witness of the Light, that all men through him might believe. (John 1:7).
"Read on," she said eagerly, as I paused. The door opened and the fierce-looking man came in. He stood quietly with great tears rolling down his cheeks as I read of God's free offer of forgiveness through Christ, the risen Saviour. The poor old woman was his mother. Before she passed into eternity I believe God in His mercy saved them both, mother and son, and their names are written in heaven,
Has God saved you, dear reader, through the precious blood of Jesus? There is no other way, for God's Word says:
Messages of the Love of God 11/30/1952