The Story of a Captain's Wife

HAVE you ever walked on the sea shore when a gale of wind has been blowing, and when the great waves have come tumbling in at your feet like mountains of white foam? Do you know how strong they are- so strong that they are often able to carry along with them great pieces of rock, that are called boulders? If any of you, my little readers, have seen this, you can fancy what a fearful thing it is to be in a ship, out at sea, in a storm. Perhaps some of you have a relative who is a sailor, and in that case you can ask hire to tell you about a storm at sea. Meanwhile I will relate to you something that was told to me.

Once there was a ship coming home to England after a long voyage. The captain and the sailors were very glad to think that at last they should see their own country again. The captain had his wife on board, and you may be sure that she, too, was rejoiced at the thought, for she had two children whom she had not seen since she left England.

Bat I am sorry to say that this captain and his wife did not love Jesus. I hope that some of you do; for remember, He loved you so much as to die on the cross for you.

One night, when they had nearly reached the port for which they were bound, a terrible storm arose. The wind blew, and the waves beat against the ship, so that at last the captain was obliged to give up trying to guide her, and, sad to say, she soon struck upon a rock, in sight of land, just as it grew light in the morning.

With very great difficulty, the captain and his wife managed to escape from the ship, which was beaten to pieces by the violence of the waves, and climbed on a rock, to which they clung with all their might. Fancy their dreadful position, expecting every moment to be washed away, and so cold and benumbed that they knew they could not remain there long.

When the people who had gathered on the shore observed their distressing position, the life-boat was sent out.

Do you know what a life-boat is? It is a boat made in a certain way, so that it shall be able to resist the violence of the waves, and float upon them like a cork. It is made on purpose to rescue people in shipwreck. Well, some brave men got into the boat, and began rowing manfully out towards the rock where the captain and his wife were clinging.

It was terribly hard work, and the poor fellows were almost obliged to give up in despair. But at last they got near enough to make their voices heard, and they managed to give the captain to understand that when they cried "Jump," he must endeavor to take a leap into the boat.

They dared not take the boat close to the rock, because she would have been dashed against it, but they wished to wait till some large wave carried her near enough for them to spring from the rock to the boat. The captain was to come first, and his wife the next time.

Imagine how eagerly they all awaited the moment; for mind, unless the captain had courage enough for that one effort, he could be saved in no other way. Soon a huge wave came rolling along, and carried the boat to within a few feet of the rock; “Jump," cried the sailors. The captain did so, and in a moment he was landed in the life-boat, his only place of safety amid that angry sea that was raging around. But his poor wife was still on the rock. Oh! will she take the saving leap?

Again they waited for the wave, and again they cried "Jump"-but no, the poor woman hung back in fear, and the returning wave carried the boat far away from the rock. Once more they cried “Jump for your Life," and again she feared to trust herself. The men were now worn out and faint with the terrible exertion of battling with the waves, but for the sake of the captain, they agreed to make one last effort for her salvation.

“Jump now!" they cried. Oh, what a moment!

She came to the edge of the rock, hung back for a moment in an agony of fear and indecision, and then she jumped.

But oh, dear reader, the boat had been carried back again-It was too late!

That one fatal pause was her ruin. The last words her poor husband heard, as her body was swallowed up in the boiling waves, were, "Too late-lost, lost Think of his anguish of mind, as he went in safety to the shore, leaving his wife drowned in the depths of the sea! And where was her soul? Oh! I fear her words were but too true, she was lost-not only body, but soul.

And what did the captain learn from this, do you think? First, that the lifeboat was the only place of safety in the midst of that storm, and secondly, and best of all, that there is only one place of safety for a poor sinner who is lost, and dead in trespasses and sins. For the first time in his life he learned, he was in this condition, and once and for all he learned too, that Jesus died to save lost sinners, and that there is "none other name under heaven, given among men, whereby we must be saved.”

His poor wife had been afraid to leave her place of fancied security for the boat, where she could have been safe till she reached the land.

Oh, are you afraid to trust Jesus? He is much safer than a lifeboat. He says of God's children, "I give unto them eternal life, and they shall never perish." You know you are not safe-at any moment the waters of sin and death may swallow you up. Oh, fly to Jesus now, there is no time to put it off. Your one moment of delay may be your ruin, for soon Jesus will have risen up and shut to the door, and then it will be useless to cry without for it to be opened.

God gives you only to-day, “to-day if ye will hear his voice harden not your hearts.” To-morrow is not yours. The poor woman could not choose her own time for jumping. Oh, “choose ye this day whom ye will serve.” Jesus loves you, and longs to save you, and He says, "Him that cometh to me, 1 will in no wise cast out.”

MY child, are you bound for that beautiful place,

Made ready by Jesus' hand,

For sinners redeem'd through His wonderful grace

Are you found in that happy hand?

He left His own glorious home in the sky,

Life everlasting to give;

It was love that brought Him to earth to die,

So that you and I might live.

Triumphant He rose, and has power to save,

Because of His death on the tree;

For “many" His Life a ransom He gave,

And therefore for you and for me.

Though ruin'd and lost, yet Jesus has died;

(Oh, story how wondrously true!)

Will you trust in the blood of the Crucified One,

And learn, there is nothing to do?

Then, "Saved through the blood of the Lamb," you Will cry,

Love stronger than death and the grave!

If you knew you were perishing, would you not fly

To One who is waiting to save!

Oh! fly then to Jesus, and do not delay,

The night closes in dark and cold,

The bright Morning Star will soon herald the day

Of glory and gladness untold.

And homes are preparing in that happy land,

For children now saved through His grace,
Where, shepherded safe by the Savior's own hand,

They live in the light of His face.

I AM going to tell you a story; not a wonderful story, but one that I hope will interest you.

A few years ago, there was a lady living alone in one of the country towns in England. This lady had learned, when quite a little child, that the Lord Jesus loved poor sinners, and that He had taken the punishment of sin upon Himself; and so she liked to go about and tell the men and women, and poor little children, of God's wonderful love. She knew there was a wicked spirit going about to blind their eyes and hide God's love. “The wicked spirit is called the god of this world."He hates all poor sinful people, he is miserable himself, and wants to make them all miserable; and he knows, that if he can hide God's love from them, the poor lost people would be lost forever. Do you say, what is it to be lost? Well, if you left your home, and went out into the streets, and could not find your way back, you would be lost, you would feel all alone; perhaps you would cry, and some kind friend might come to you, and say, Do not cry, little child, take my hand, I will take you safely borne." But if you said, "No; will find my way myself," then you might wander on and on, and never get home at all.

But then, dear child, that is only to be lost in this world; to be lost in eternity, or forever, is to be away from God-from all who love God, in blackness and darkness, shut up with the wicked spirit, to have no one to love you, no one to comfort you, no one to speak one kind word, and never to be able to get back to God. I do not like to think about it. Be quite sure you are not lost forever. Come back, little wanderer, at once, and let the Good Shepherd take you up in His arms. There is a chapter in John about the Good Shepherd.

Well, the lady sometimes went up into the villages, as well as into the town, and she used to take a little basket, her bible, and little books, and walk about nearly the whole day. The poor people were very kind, and so glad to let her rent, or to give her a glass of wine made from their own grapes, or a cup of tea. There was one place called a common, a pretty green spot, with cottages here and there. It was about three or four miles from the town, a good long walk. One day she went to a pretty little cottage, to see a poor Christian. It was a pleasant little place, with a garden round it. When the visitor had rested, the poor woman told her about a little boy who was very ill with a sickness, called consumption. This poor child lived in a cottage nearly a mile beyond. The lady was very tired, but she thought she must go and tell the child about the Good Shepherd; so she took her basket and went on and on with tired feet, until at last she came to a part of the common very damp and wet. There was a narrow path across the grass, and at the end of the path a little cottage. It was not a nice cottage, like the other one. The stone floor was almost always damp; and the small room, the poor family lived in, had three doors, the cold wind coming in on every side; damp floors, very little fire, very little food, I am afraid the children could hardly ever have been warm in that house. No wonder little Willie was dying. The lady went in and asked if she might see the sick child, and the mother said “Yes.”

Dear children, have you ever been ill? If so, perhaps you have had a nice room and bright fire. But Willie's room was very wretched-no fire, few comforts could his mother provide him; and there was only one pleasant thing in that room, and that was a very dear little face; very thin indeed, but with such a pleasant, gentle smile, and such a sweet voice. His friend saw that he could not be long here, so she sat down and told him of the Good Shepherd, who came to seek and to save lost lambs, such as he was. You must know the poor child had only just heard of the Savior, and hardly knew anything about Him. He was like the children in the heathen countries almost. He may have been, some time in his life, to a Sunday School. He was so weak, the lady thought it best to tell him of the love of God, without asking him any questions about himself, and then she said, "Shall I come again?" “I should like you to come again," said Willie; "I cannot talk much, but I should like you to come again.”

I must tell you the poor boy was what the people called a good child. The neighbors said he was a good boy. His mother thought him a good child. But just stop, open your bible and see what God says. (Rom. 3 and 7.) The next time Willie's friend went, she took nice things that the little boy needed. A little wine, beef tea, and nice puddings; and the poor child always seemed glad to see her, and to hear the story of the love of God. It was always, “Come again soon."At last, one day, she went and found that a kind gentleman had called, and he had asked the child questions, and found the poor boy had never learned what sin was, and had never learned that he was a sinner. Sin is disobeying God, doing, thinking, and saying naughty things; and ‘being a sinner,’ is having a heart that loves sin. That is the way we are born into the world. And God says, “The wages of sin is death." Perhaps your mother has a servant, she works for your mother, and your mother gives her wages. But we have all worked for the wicked spirit, and God says, “The wages of sin is death,” and something comes after that-judgment or punishment, that lasts forever and ever. When the gentleman asked the boy if he was a sinner, he said “No.” He thought himself a good child. He had "never told a story," only once remembered he had said “a few wicked words.” The servant of God who came that morning, was in the habit of riding about on horseback, that he might call at the cottages, and tell the people about the love of God. And I am sure the Good Shepherd sent him that way to see Willie. So he told the little boy's mother to tell the lady when she came, what the child had said. Now the same Good Shepherd sent Willie's other friend that very afternoon; and when she had heard all Willie had said, she was very sorry. She know that if he did not know that he was a sinner, he would not let the kind Shepherd take him up in His arms, and cave him. So she went into the room, and sat clown, and said something like this: "Willie, I find Satan has been making you think yourself a good child; in a few days you will die, and when your spirit leaves the body, Satan will be able to say, ‘That little child belongs to me, he trusted to himself.’" A great deal more was said about the sin of trusting in our own goodness; the danger of dying, believing the lies of the wicked spirit, who makes children, and men, and women blind, so that they cannot see the Shepherd Savior upon the throne, and in the glory. And when Willie's friend looked at him, his face was no longer quiet, it was quite working with fear, he saw his danger at last. There was a moment's pause, and then he said, as if he was angry, "Satan tells stories." God had said there was none good, Satan had made him think himself a good child. Well, the lady was glad to hear him say that; now he was ready to hear of the One, who could cave from Satan and death. So she told him again, that although he was a sinful child, trusting in himself, the Lord Jesus took the wages of sin for poor sinners; that is, the Good Shepherd, who could not sin, died, and also took the punishment of sin from God before He died upon the cross. "And the Lord Jesus lives and speaks to you," said the lady. A little wasted hand and arm lifted up, pointing upwards, and a little voice said, "From above?" "Yes, Jesus is speaking to you, and says, ‘Come to me, I will in no wise cast out.’ And Satan speaks to you, and tells stories. Now you must choose. Will you hear the Lord Jesus, and come to Him as a sinful child? He will make you happy forever. Or will you believe? Choose." Again that voice said clearly and sweetly, "Jesus." It was not said carelessly, dear children. I think he had really made his choice. It was but a little confession; but it was a confession of Jesus. Now take your bibles, and read the verses, Rom. 10:9, 10, and 1 Cor. 4:4. Satan does not want you to have the light of the good news of the glory of Christ, the Shepherd Savior, shine into your hearts. Only a few more words were said. He was so tired then, it was quite enough, and his friend went into their other room, and called his little sisters around her, and told them all about God's love, in giving His best gift, His own Son, to die, that we might have life instead of death.

When the visitor went back to her own lodgings, she sent for some large texts, out of the bible, and pasted them on brown paper, with a piece of ribbon to hang them up, for she thought if they were hung by the boy's bed, he could read them. A few days passed by, the lady was; it was winter time, the rain was pouring down, but she thought, "I must go and see Willie once more." She sent for a little pony phaeton, and drove over to the common, the narrow pathway was more damp than ever, with melting snow and rain; and when she drew near to the cottage, some white blinds were before the windows, for dear Willie was dead. In his little coffin he lay; the gentle face clean and white now; the bright smile gone, the sweet voice quiet; but a look of rest and peace, not to be forgotten. They had put upon him a little white dress, and laid him down to sleep, but not forever. All that his friend heard, was, that when she had gone, he said to his mother, “He had been very wicked to say he was a good child.” The mother told her also, that when dying he seemed happy; and spoke of going to heaven.

Now, I am not making up a wonderful story; so I am very careful, lest I should add one word more than he said; but it was as if God said to her, “You must trust Me about Willie.”

The lady drove back to her rooms, and as she sat alone by the light of the fire, the words came as if from heaven, “He that hath received his testimony, hath set to his seal that God is true.” (John 3:33.) Testimony means what God is saying to us now about Jesus.

God does not want many words. He only wants us to believe or receive His message about His Son. Oh! how many children are believing the wicked spirit; how often children say, "If I am good, I shall go to heaven!" Poor little things, they are listening to the wicked spirit; you do not see him, but he is going about, and he tells children they will not die, but grow up to be men and women, and yet how many children's graves there are! It is just like a great giant trying to make children blind. He does not want you to see the light. The Lord Jesus is the light, and He is the life. He is a Savior upon the throne in glory. It is not easy for you to understand what glory means. Did you ever see the sun rising in the morning, or setting in the evening, and all the beautiful rays of light around it? You could not bear to look long. That is the glory of the sun, glory that belongs to this world, or earthly. But Jesus, that was hung up upon the cross between two thieves, is in heavenly glory, God's glory. God was well pleased with His Son, when He died upon the cross, and He has given Him a seat on His own throne. He was upon the cross about sin. He is on the throne, because God is pleased and satisfied, and He is a Savior for you; if you hear His voice "from above," as Willie said, you will be saved, bright and happy forever.

“His blood cleanseth us from all sin"-will take it all away in a moment-"All sin.”

He said, "Suffer little children to come unto me." He says, “Come to me," and He means children, too. Are you not tired of trying to be good? "Come and tell Him you cannot be good. He will save you from sin, He will save you from Satan, and make you happy forever, in His own beautiful home. There will be no more crying there, no angry words, no pain, no poverty, no sin. The Lord Jesus is coming from heaven in the clouds. Any day He may come, we may see Him. Willie, and all who trust in Jesus, will be with Him. I am waiting for Him, and so are many who love Him. Shall you be glad to see Him? Only tell Him you are not good, He will take up the poor little lost lamb into His arms, and carry you all the way safely home. There the wicked spirit cannot touch you, safe in the arms of Jesus, who, when He hath found his lost one, "layeth it on his shoulders rejoicing." (Luke 15:5.)

“Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength, because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger." (Psa. 8:2.)

DEAR little Ellen Telford was in her usual health and spirits, as far as could be seen, up till January 12th, when she came home from the Sunday School complaining of what appeared to be toothache. It troubled her several times through the night; but on Monday morning she appeared to be all right, and went to school. In the evening, she came home much distressed with the same symptoms. She went to bed, but got no rest. We obtained medical skill on Wednesday evening. The right side of her lower jaw became much swollen, and the doctor thought it would form an abscess outside. She complained of no other pain until Saturday morning about four o'clock, when a severe pain in her right side commenced, there in her shoulder, after this she felt it all over her body, which turned out to be rapid inflammation, and never could be checked. Her suffering was intense up till six o'clock on Lord's Day evening, and whether after that or not we cannot say, as tetanus had set in and she could not speak. She breathed her last the same evening, about nine o'clock, after bearing a blessed testimony to the preciousness of Jesus.

She talked to all who came near her of her assurance of going to be forever with Him, where there would be no more suffering.

On Saturday afternoon, about five o'clock, she called her brothers and sisters, one by one, to her bedside and asked them if they loved Jesus, and requested them to meet her in heaven. On seeing her parents deeply affected at this, she told them not to weep for her; she was going to be with Jesus, which was far better. A dear brother in the Lord, who was standing beside her, said “Ellen, now tell me if you would like to get better, and be spared to your father and mother a little longer, or if you would rather go to Jesus?" She hesitated for a moment, then said with firmness, "I would rather go to Jesus now, for I know my father and mother are coming too.”

The physician who attended her during her short illness was very kind to her, and appeared to have won her confidence. As he was watching over her on Lord's Day, about eleven a.m. she fixed her large intelligent eyes upon him and said, “Doctor, do you know Jesus?” He said, "I hope so, my girl." She then said, “Will you meet me in heaven?"He said, “I hope so, Nelly." She was satisfied with that, and quoted the last verse of the third chapter of St. John's Gospel (John 3:36): “He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son, shall not see life, but the wrath of God abideth on him," endeavoring to let him see that salvation is a present possession, and if possessed is known.

She said to her aunt, "Aunt Helen, you are coming to heaven;" her aunt replied "Yes, I am." She then gave her a message to take home to her cousins, that she wished them all to meet her in glory, "and tell my grannie, I would like to have seen her here." "But is she not going to heaven too?” "Yes," was the reply; "then tell her I will see her there." A young girl that she was intimate with, was sent for. Ellen was anxious to see her; when she came in, she greeted her with the words, "Do you love Jesus?" and quoted verse 16 of the third chapter of St. John's Gospel, "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." She seemed to be burdened about souls on the Lord's Day-her last days on earth; she cried out twice, at different times, “what lots are going down to the dark, dark pit!”

She was deeply concerned about her eldest brother, and asked some who were about her if they thought John would come to heaven? The reply was, "We will tell God about him, Jesus' Father and yours." She appeared satisfied.

She said to her father, "Father, will you write when I am away, write to Newcastleton," (she had been to school there,) "and tell," she seemed as if she was going to name some one, but hesitated and there said, "tell the school children, tell them all, every one of them, to meet me in glory." She left a similar message for the school she had just been attending at Galashiels.

On seeing any of her friends grieved, she would say, “What are you crying about? I am sure I am not crying; I shall soon be with Jesus and walk with Him in white, and wear a golden crown." She quoted several Scriptures in broken sentences, as her strength was failing fast; such as "never thirst," "no more suffering." Several times she commenced singing with her clear sweet voice. One hymn appeared to be much in her mind:

"Come to the Savior, make no delay;
Here in His word He's shown us the way;
Here in our midst He's standing to-day,
Tenderly saying, Come.”

She sang the chorus several times:-

" Joyful, joyful will the meeting be,
When from sin our hearts are pure and free,
And we shall gather, Savior, with Thee,
In our eternal home.”

She had never doubted the salvation of any who had spoken to her of the Lord Jesus, but said to several who came to see her, "I know you are going to heaven.”

Only eleven years old, she is gone, no more to return to suffer pain here; but now absent from the body, present with the Lord, she knew and loved so well. It was not so much the place as the Person she spoke about, and she knew she was going to be with. Truly, to depart and be with Christ is far better. There was no fear of death, no darkness in the valley to her; she would rather go than stay; she had a desire to depart. How was this? Because she knew the love of God in giving His only begotten Son. She had believed the love God had towards her, and could tell others about it in the midst of sore pain. It was the love of Christ that constrained her; the One who died for all when all were dead, was filling her soul with love and Peace.

And as she thought on the dying love of Jesus, the love strong as death, His life, the life of Jesus, was seen in her mortal body; the words of life were heard from her dying lips to her companion, "Do you love Jesus?" and then telling in that one verse God's wonderful love to the world, so to love this wicked world, men and women, boys and girls, who love nothing but sins, have nothing but hatred in their hearts against the loving God, who gave His Son that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, but have, (not hope, but have) everlasting life.

It is by believing what God says about His Son, by receiving Jesus into your heart by faith, you get eternal life. Oh! I do put dear Ellen's question to you Do you know Jesus? Will you meet her in heaven? Are you like the doctor, only hoping? Beware! hoping is not having. The believer hath everlasting life now. It is a reality to know Jesus, to trust Him, to speak to Him, to live with, Him. "Whether we wake or sleep we should live together with Him;" that is, whether we are here in the body, or away from the body, it is our privilege to be in company with Christ, who died for us, and rose again. "And if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also that sleep in Jesus will God bring with him." So that we who are left behind do not sorrow as those that have no hope. No hope What a sad, sad state to be in, and oh; how sad for those who are left behind when any one dies without Christ! There is no hope for such. "For there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved," but the name of Jesus. Jesus means savior. "Thou shalt call his name Jesus, for he shall cave his people from their sins." There is not one of His own people in sins; even little children have their sins forgiven.

“Around the throne of God in heaven,
Thousands of children stand,
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band.”

Again, I put the question to you, will you be there? Will you meet Ellen in heaven? It was her dying request, "When I am away, tell the school children, tell them all, every one of them, to meet me in glory." Now, dear children, will you be there in glory where Jesus is, and where all His redeemed will be forever and ever? To be there you must have Christ in you, the hope of glory here. Oh remember, to be hoping you are going to heaven without having Christ here, is a false hope; it is the hope of the hypocrite, and it will not last, like everything here it will pass away. “So are the paths of all that forget God, and the hypocrite's hope shall perish, whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web. He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.”

On what are you resting and building for eternity? Are you one of those who live without Christ, without hope, and without God in the world? What a sad state to be in, at peace without, for-getting God This is the condition of most. Are you among the many on the broad road, or among the few on the narrow way? Wrath and everlasting destruction is the end of the paths of all that forget God. "Now consider this, ye that forget God, Lest I tear you in pieces, and there be none to deliver." O that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end." Now is the time to think about God, and where you will be forever. There is a deliverer now, there is life now, there is peace now, through our Lord Jesus Christ, and everlasting glory with Him soon. He is the way, the truth, and the life, and he says, no man comes to the Father but by Me.

Dear Ellen's mother writes:-There was one very important thing that my little girl said to me; it was on the nineteenth, that day she departed to be absent from the body, present with the Lord. She was lying quiet a few minutes, I was watching her, when she looked up into my face, and said, "Mother, I have seen Jesus by faith," and she talked of two little girls, school-mates of hers, who died about two years ago, at Newcastleton; talked of meeting them in glory. Janet Mitchellhill, one of them bore a bright testimony on her death bed, that she was going to be with the Lord. The other, Isabella Murray, a little girl about eight years of age said; "Mother, I have seen Jesus by faith.”

What a reality to faith Jesus is! and when He is filling the soul, one is free to think of others, even of those who have gone before, and long to be where they are as well as where Jesus is. Dear little Ellen could talk of those two little ones who were asleep before her. It was joy to meet her old, companions, and never to part. But what about those she was going to leave behind, those near and dear to her; she leave them? Yes, she could, to depart to be with Christ is far better, and the sure hope of meeting again. She knew her dear father and mother were coming to heaven, therefore she would rather go to Jesus; trying as the parting was, it would only be for a season. “For yet a little while and he that shall come will come and will not tarry." Then the dead in Christ will be raised, and the living changed, and all caught up together to meet the Lord in the air: then shall we ever be with the Lord. The chorus of the hymn that was so sweetly sung by Ellen in her last hours will be true:-

“Joyful, joyful will the meeting be," etc.

Surely that will be a joyful meeting. Not one will be wanting, who has trusted Jesus as his or her Savior, whether in the grave, or on the earth alive. In a moment all will be summoned away, and this may take place at any moment; no man knows the day, nor the hour, when the Master will come. What He says to all is “Watch."But what a sad moment that will be for the unsaved, the door shut, their day past, their doom fixed; outer and everlasting darkness will be their sad portion. This was what burdened even a child, “Lots going down to the dark, dark pit." Her own brothers and sisters, cousins, and even grandmother she thought about, and was anxious that they should all meet in heaven. Heaven, to her, was a bright and blessed reality; but hell with all its horrors of darkness was felt; for herself she had no fear, but for those who were not prepared she seemed to tremble. Now, dear reader, where are you going? Up or down? To heaven or hell, which? Can you bear the thought of parting with those you love, forever? Do take Jesus now.

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