After a lapse of more than thirty years since the above related incident occurred, I was, with my companion, spending a pleasant hour one Lord’s day at the home of an aged Christian couple. After a while the old lady said: “Mrs.—, I am going to tell you a story about your husband and what he did for me. Many years ago my father, then an old man, lived by himself in his cottage. Being dependent on us for support, we went regularly, once or twice a week, taking with us such food, or anything else he might need. On the occasion of which I speak, a severe storm had raged, and the roads were so blocked with snowdrifts that I could not as usual go on this errand, and I cannot tell you how I felt as I thought of that dear one perhaps suffering from hunger and cold, and even illness in consequence. Rest assured, as soon as it was possible, we started out, and on reaching the house, imagine my surprise to find my father already supplied with food, and looking so bright and happy. When questioned as to where the food came from, he replied:
‘O! the Lord sent a young man here with all I needed.’
‘You believe there is a Lord, then?’ I said. (She explained that for years he had denied even the existence of God).
‘O, yes! there must be a God, for He not only sent me food to eat, but gave me rest and peace, as the young man read to me from the Bible of how God pitied me, and gave His Son to die for me. O, no! I don’t doubt Him anymore.’
My father, from that on, never doubted the Lord nor His goodness, and soon after went home to be forever with Him.”