A man may be wise in the eyes of the world to
pursue this course, but he is a fool in the sight of God. Wealth to most
men proves nothing more or less than a great rock upon which their
eternity is wrecked.
The Dying Boy.
But I have another anecdote to tell. It was Ralph Wallace who told me of
this one. A certain gentleman was a member of the Presbyterian Church.
His 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 boy, and could feel that the cold, damp
sweat was gathering there; that the cold, icy hand of death was feeling
for the chords of life. "Do you know, my boy, that you are dying?" asked
the father. "Am I? Is this death? Do you really think I am dying?" "Yes,
my son, your end on earth is near." "And will I be with Jesus to-night,
father?" "Yes, you will be with the Saviour." "Father, don't you weep,
for when I get there I will go right straight to Jesus and tell Him that
you have been trying all my life to lead me to Him." God has given me
two little 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; and I would rather lead them to Jesus than give them the
wealth of the world.
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