"Yes, grandma, papa told us all to come," said little Rosie.
"I know he did, dear child; and do you know the way?"
"Yes, grandma, Jesus said, 'I am the way.' He died to save sinners, and He will save all who love Him and trust in Him alone, not thinking anything they can do is going to help to save them."
"Save them from what, darling?"
"From their sins, grandma, and from going to live with Satan and his wicked angels, and wicked people that die and go there."
"Yes, that is all so, and oh what love it was that led the dear Saviour to suffer and die upon the cross that we might live! Dear children, it was His death that bought eternal life for your beloved father and has purchased it for us all if we will but take it as His free, unmerited gift."
"But, grandma," sobbed Harold, "why didn't He let our dear papa stay with us a little longer? Oh I don't know how we can ever, ever live without him!"
This called forth a fresh burst of grief from all, even little Walter crying piteously, "I want my papa! I want my own dear papa!"
Rose lifted him to her lap and caressed him tenderly, her tears falling fast.
"Dear children," she said, as the storm of grief subsided a little, "we must not be selfish in our sorrow; we must try to rejoice that your beloved father is far, far happier than he could ever be here. I think the dear Saviour took him home because He loved him so much that He could no longer spare him out of heaven. And He, Jesus, will be your Father now even more than He was before: 'A father of the fatherless and a judge of the widows is God in his holy habitation.'"