06/15/2026
"๐๐ญ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ"
In the village of Montgomery, Michigan, in the spring of 1884, an infidel, husband of a spiritualist, was stricken down with disease. He had such a hatred for the cause of Christ that he had requested before his death that his body should not be "carried to a church for funeral services, or any pastor be called upon to officiate."
As he was nearing the shores of eternity, he turned his face toward the wall and began to talk of his future prospects. His wife saw that he was troubled in spirit and endeavored to comfort and console him by telling him not to be afraid, that his spirit would return to her and they would commune together then as now. But this gave him no comfort in this awful hour. With a look of despair, he said, "I see a great high wall rising around me, and am finding out at last, when it is too late, that it is easier to get into hell than it will be to get out," and in a few moments, his spirit had departed from this world to receive its reward.
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"๐๐ก, ๐๐๐ฉ๐, ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ! ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐."
Lillian Lee, aged ten, when dying, said to her father, "Oh, Papa, what a sweet sight! The golden gates are opened, and crowds of children are pouring out. Oh, such crowds! And they ran up to me and began to kiss me and call me by a new name. I can't remember what it was." She lay and looked upward, her eyes dreaming. Her voice died into a whisper as she said, "Yes, yes, I come, I come!"
From ๐๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ
