If, at some time, when sick and lonesome, you were away from your father’s house, and very anxious to get back to it, suppose you were to take the wrong road, and be unable to find it—what then? I think you would ask the first person that you met, if he would tell you the way; and if he could do so, with what joy you would run down the street or path that he pointed out; and when your home was reached, how you would nestle in your mother’s arms, and after telling her all the fears through which you had passed, would feel secure and happy with her. Dear child, you would be very ready to own that “there is no place like home.”
But kind parents may be taken away from you, the cheerful fireside where you delight to sit may in a short time be so changed, that you may know nothing but grief there, instead of the joy that you now possess.
Perhaps this thought makes you sad; yes, very likely it may, and as I do not want to make you unhappy by reading this paper, I will tell you of a happy, glorious home, which may, I trust, be yours.
This home is heaven. All are sinners; God has said that He will not allow sin to enter heaven, and yet, sinful as you are, there is a way by which even you may most certainly get there. The Lord Jesus Christ, God’s own beloved Son, is the way, and the only way. He left that beautiful home in, heaven, came down to this world, and died on the cross, “the Just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God,” and after rising from the dead, He went each to His Father’s throne, where He will stay until He comes to take to Himself all those who know Him as their Saviour.
The blood of Jesus can wash away yea, every sin, and make you white and clean in the sight of God. Then, your sins, being, put away, you may be quite sure, at, the moment which God thinks best, you shall rise to heaven, to be forever with the Lord.
“Yet a little while, and He that shall come, will come, and will not tarry.” Heb. 10.37.
ML 08/13/1939