One of the great battles of the first" World War was over, and the stretcher bearers were busy at their work. A party of them came upon a soldier badly wounded; his life was fast ebbing away. As they carefully lifted him onto the stretcher they recognized him. He was well known in his regiment as an unbeliever and, far worse, as a blatant scoffer. Infidel thought had led to action in his case action became habit, habit formed his character—and now he was on the verge of eternity. What a surprise it was to the medics when he opened his eyes and whispered faintly: "Which is the way to God?"
One of the bearers was an earnest Christian. He bent over the wounded man and said: "Jesus Christ is the way to God."
"Can I find Him?" murmured the dying soldier.
"He is not far to seek; He is ever near you. Jesus has been seeking you for many days. Just say to Him: `Lord Jesus, forgive my sins and take me to God.' He will surely do it."
The dying man stiffly folded his hands together. His lips were seen to move; and by those bending over him the words could be faintly heard: "Lord Jesus, forgive me, and take me to God."
A hush fell upon the little company. They stood silently watching while the soldier, exhausted, lay with closed eyes awaiting the end. Suddenly he opened his eyes, half raised himself up, and said in a loud clear voice: "Thank you, Lord Jesus," and fell back.
He was absent from the body—present with the Lord.