Dear old Mr. Maley leaned back in his seat with a happy smile. He was tired, and he had a long train journey ahead of him, but he was happy in the knowledge of the Saviour’s love, and the joy of it showed on his old face. His hair was white and his eyes were clear and true.
Presently a fine young man sat down beside him and after a little time, he began to talk to Mr. Maley. It was soon evident that the young man was fresh from school, and was very eager to show just how much he knew of things in general.
“Of course, Sir, you have read the writings of Mr. —?”
“No,” said Mr. Maley thoughtfully. “I don’t believe I remember having heard of him.”
Two or three other authors were mentioned, but Mr. Maley had heard of none of them.
At last the young man changed to another popular topic of the day, but found that the poor old man seemed terribly ignorant. He just didn’t seem to know anything. I am afraid the young man was a bit rude, and he finally turned to the old man and said, “And just what do you know, Sir?”
“Young man,” he answered, with a heavenly smile, “I know the Lord Jesus Christ, whom to know is life eternal.”
The young man was silent, and in a moment he rose and moved to another seat. He did not know Him, nor did he want to know Him.
ML 04/15/1956