The Old Man’s Place of Rest

In the waiting room of―station, were a young man and an old man. “How old are you?” asked the younger. The venerable old man leaned on the top of his staff as he replied, “I am eighty-two.” “Great changes have taken place since you were a boy?” “Oh, yes!”
I said, “Friend, many a one has passed out of time into eternity since then. Your turn must soon come; and how is it with you, should you be called tonight into eternity?”
“It is all right,” he replied.
“There are many today that say it is all right, but they have no foundation. What are you resting on, my friend?”
The dear old man raised up his head as he said, “I am just resting on the finished work of Jesus.”