“Just because God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.  Do you believe it?”

“Yes, how can I help it, when He done all that?”

“Then if you believe in Him, what have you?”

“Everlasting life!  Everlasting life!” Dreamily, yet joyously, she repeated the words many times, trying to comprehend their fathomless depths.

“But,” she anxiously asked, “what about my sins?  You don’t know how mean I’ve been.”

“‘And their sins and iniquities will I remember no more.’”

“Oh, thank God, thank God!  He’s give me everlasting life, and won’t remember my sins.  I want to begin all over now, and do somethin’ fer Him before I die.”

In broken petitions she poured forth her heart in prayer to God, while at the same moment angelic songs were started anew around the throne above.  Another soul was born again.

Is there less rejoicing over there when the soul saved chances to be the tenant of a roughly-hewn temple?  Ah no, for it required the shedding of just the same precious blood as for the souls of earth’s greatest and noblest!

An expression of unspeakable peace lighted up grandpa’s happy face, as he murmured: 

“Oh, Sary, I’m so glad, so mighty glad!  Now I’ll tell Tom you’re a-comin’, and we’ll both be a-watchin’ fer you.  Won’t we be happy when we all git safe home?  Goodby, Sary!  You’ve always been a good woman, yes, a very good woman, and now Jesus will take care of you.  Goodby, till we meet ag’in!”

The effort of speaking seemed to exhaust him perceptably, and he sank off into a deep sleep.

It was evident that the end was near, and hastily Dr. Dale was summoned.  Upon examining his patient, he found that in a few minutes, or perhaps a half an hour at the most, all would be over.

Silently they watched him.  Rosa understood better now than she did a few weeks before what the “moving” meant.  She knew that she would be lonely without grandpa, her one comforter through many a dark and dreary hour, and the tears began to gather.

At this Dr. Dale became restless.  Just to avoid a scene, he took the little girl up into his arms, wiping away the tears and whispering words of comfort.

Mrs. Gray sat nearest the dying man, gently smoothing back the snowy locks from his forehead.  His breath was growing shorter and shorter, but there was no struggle.  Suddenly his eyes opened, and with a smile of recognition he greeted each one.

“Oh,” he faintly whispered, “Jesus is the way, Jesus is the way!  Sing to me my song, won’t you, please?”

With difficulty Esther and her father complied with the request, while the doctor walked nervously up and down the room with Rosa still in his arms.

    “Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,
    So free from all sorrow and pain,
    With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
    To meet one another again!”