SOME friends of mine often drive to the villages near them, giving away gospel books and tracts. One afternoon they stopped before a few cottages, from one of which an aged woman came out to take the offered book. My friends said a few words to her as to her feebleness and great age, and then went on to speak of eternity, which she was nearing. They were glad to hear in reply that she was saved, and had been so for years. They asked why she believed herself ready. Drawing herself up erect, as she stood by the carriage, she said—
“Why do I say I am saved? Because Christ died for my sins, and was raised again for my justification.”
Happy Christian! She knew more than all the philosophy or science of this nineteenth century can teach! When this scene has passed away forever, she will be reigning in life through Christ, who was everything to her.