THERE lived in Chicago a man who had a sweet little daughter. He loved her very dearly, but one day the little one was stricken with a fatal illness and died. The house was so lonely now and the man was so angry at God for allowing his little girl to be taken away that he went up and down his room far into the night cursing God for having robbed him of his child.
At last, thoroughly worn out, and in great bitterness of spirit, he threw himself on his bed and went to sleep. As he slept he dreamed that he stood beside a river. Across the river in the distance he heard children’s voices singing, and such singing it was that he had never listened to before. Then he thought he saw them coming towards him, nearer and nearer, until he saw the face of his own little girl. She stood at the brink of the river and called across, “Come over here, Father.”
The man woke up. It was only a dream, but the hard heart was meld. His thoughts turned from earth to that heavenly land, to Him who is the glory and the joy of that heavenly place. Humbly he came to the Lord asking forgiveness, and was surprised at the welcome he got, for the Lord Jesus died for all and dights to show his kindness and mercy to repentant sinners.
Some years later, the man himself passed away from this world to be with Christ, to await the glad day when all the ransomed since time began shall sing redemption’s song on those heavenly shores.
“Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood,... to Him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.” Rev. 1:5,6.
ML-06/05/1966