A man who did not believe in God and scoffed at the Bible was hurrying along to catch a bus. His attention was arrested by a little boy sitting on a doorstep and singing:
“There’ll be no sorrow there,
There’ll be no sorrow there.”
“Where,” inquired the infidel who was impressed by the words. “Where is it there’ll be no sorrow?” The boy answered,
“In heaven above,
Where all is love;
There’ll be no sorrow there.”
The man hastened on and boarded the bus, but the simple words of that chorus lodged in his mind. He could not drive them from his thoughts; they were fixed.
A world where there is no sorrow! This was the great idea that filled his mind. He dwelt upon it and went over and over it in his thoughts, till a longing to know about that place took possession of him. This was used by the Spirit of God to lead him to the Saviour who died for the lost, guilty and ruined—whose precious blood cleanses from every stain of sin, and fits them for that world where sin and sorrow are unknown.
ML-04/01/1979