AN aged Christian woman lay dying in her quiet village home in Derbyshire. Weeping friends stood near her bed, but she wept not. Looking calmly upon them she said, “I am going.” Then, turning her gaze upward, she said, “I am coming,” and was immediately with her Lord. How different from the end of the notorious infidel who cried to the woman who waited upon him, “Stay with me, for I cannot bear to be alone. Send even a child to stay with me, for it is hell to be alone.” Yes, lonely indeed must that soul be who is left to face death and eternity without Christ! What will your end be?