Part of a building in a London street had been demolished by enemy aircraft. On a wall that still remained stood out clearly the words of a text in Latin. A gentleman passing stood and looked at it. “I like to think of that!” he said to a workman engaged nearby.
“Well, sir, I don’t know Latin; what is the text?” he asked.
The gentleman read: “The word of the Lord endureth forever,” and he took the opportunity to have a little talk with him about the Word of God. I do not know what he said, but I know that I too like to think of those precious words, and am certain that when great historic buildings are overthrown, and earthly kingdoms have passed away, I have a Father whose word never changes, and whose promises will never fail.
ML 07/16/1961