A Christian father's little boy was sick. When he went home his wife was weeping, and she said, "Our boy is dying; he has had a change for the worse. I wish you would go in and see him."
The father went into the room and placed his hand upon the brow of his dying son, and could feel the cold, damp sweat that was gathering there. "Do you know, my boy, that you are dying?" asked the father.
"Am I? Do you really think I am dying?"
"Yes, my son, your end on earth is near."
"And will I be with Jesus tonight, Father?"
"Yes, you will be with the Savior."
"Father, don't weep, for when I get there I will go straight to Jesus and tell him that you tried all my life to lead me to Him."
God has given me two children, and ever since I can remember, I have directed them to Christ, and I would rather they carried this message to Jesus—that I had tried all my life to lead them to Him—than have all the crowns of the earth. I would rather lead them to Jesus than give them the wealth of the world. I challenge any man to speak of heaven without speaking of children. "For of such is the kingdom of heaven."