A Christian man was one day visiting among the poor. He was just leaving a cottage when he noticed a tottering old man nearly eighty years of age.
He offered him a tract and addressed him thus: “You do not look far from eternity. Where will you spend it?”
The aged man answered, “With Jesus, I hope.”
“Where are all your sins?”
“All gone, long ago.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” The old man directly replied, “I am waiting for Jesus to come and take me.”
What a glorious prospect this pilgrim had. He was waiting for Jesus to take him.
When the old man replied, “I hope,” the visitor said to him, “Would you like a child of yours to say he hoped you were his father?”
“No, sir, indeed I should not.”
“Then neither does God like you to say that you hope He is your Father, and hope that Jesus is your Saviour.”
“Well, sir,” said the old man, “to be sure not. I never thought of that bore.”
ML 08/08/1954