An aged saint, grown gray in his Master’s service, for he was a minister of Christ, was once in conversation with a-young-man who was very full of himself, and of what he had been acquiring at school or college.
“Of course, Mr. —,you are acquainted with such an author, and familiar with his works.”
“No,” replied the aged man, “I do not know them.”
Some other subject was started by his companion, and question after question put, to each of which the answer was,
“I do not know them.” Teased at length, and forgetting the honor clue to gray hairs, the young man asked,
“And what, sir, do you know?”
“Young man,” was the reply, “I know Him, whom to know is life eternal.”
Dear reader, could you have given this answer to such a question?
ML 12/22/1940