One of the great battles of the war was over, and the stretcher-bearers were busy at their work. A party of them came upon a soldier badly wounded-dying. As they carefully lifted him up to the stretcher they recognized him, for he was notorious in the regiment for his habits and vices. 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 a 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 near you. Jesus has been looking for you for many days. Just say to Him: ‘Lord Jesus, forgive my sins and take me to God,’ and He will do it.”
The dying man stiffly folded his hands together. His lips were seen to move, and they bent over him to faintly hear: “Lord Jesus, forgive me and take me to God.”
A hush fell upon the little group, and 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 and clear voice, “Thank you, Lord Jesus!” He fell back and was gone-gone, like the dying thief hanging on the cross beside Jesus, to be with the Savior of sinners forever.