just because I love Jesus I was able to talk to him about the blessed
Jesus Who comes into a man’s heart when he is sad, lonely, and homesick,
and helps him.

He was lying on a stretcher, and it was my privilege to hold his hand and
to kiss him for his mother.

“Gipsy,” he said, “does it mean West?”

I said, “Sonny, it means West.”

As I held his hand it flickered for a moment and he said, “I am not afraid
to go. I know Christ. I found Him in your meetings, and—it’s great to die,
for freedom.”

And it was a great thing for me to be with your boy then.

* * * * *

_I thank my God upon every remembrance of your boys._




THE END