far, far in the north part of India going down the road. So on the side of a road, a straggler, an Indian that had been abandoned by the cavern and left to die on the side of the road. The missionary said he stopped and bent over the prostrate form of the man. There was a little life in him. And he said to him, “Sir, do you have any hope?” And the man with his dying sentence said, “The blood of Jesus Christ, God’s son cleanseth us from all sin”—and expired. The missionary amazed, for the first time noticed that in his clenched fist was a leaf from a Book. He undid his fist and spread out the leaf and there was a page from the First Epistle of John, the first chapter and that verse, ”the blood of Jesus Christ, God’s Son, cleanseth us from all sin” [1 John 1:7].
