I WAS brought up by my grandparents. My grandfather was a Roman Catholic, very strict, too, and particular in some things, and even when lying very ill before his death would not allow anyone to speak to him, not so much as his own son, who was a real Christian, saying no one was to do anything for him but the priest.
I well remember the night he died, though I was only eight years old. I had been out to work all day minding the cows (we had to begin work very young in those days), and when I came home at night my grandmother said, “George, if you want to see your grandfather again you had better go into his room.”
So when I was going to bed I went in to see him and this was all he said to me, “Ah—Ah—I’ve been deceived—all my life —and now I am going—without—the one thing—needful.”
I did not understand then what he meant, but I can see plain enough now that he needed Christ, that he needed a personal interest in that precious blood that cleanseth from all sin.
I crept away to my little room and went to sleep, and in the morning my grandmother said he had passed away during the night.
Dear boys and girls, the foregoing was told me by a dear old Christian some time since, and I am writing it with a desire that none of you may be deceived as that poor old man was (he was over eighty).
Beware of trusting to anything short of the Lord Jesus Christ, the One whom God sent to die for you and me, whom God raised from among the dead and seated at His own right hand a “Prince and a Saviour.”
“None but Jesus can avail you,
Jesus and His precious blood.”
ML 01/14/1917