That Letter

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · Sep 19, 1912

SHE hastens to the house. "A letter, father; it must be from some of the children, and I will light the lamp."

Father holds the letter until the lamp is lighted, then looks at it closely.

"Yes, mother, it is from Tom, and in his own handwriting." A little choked sob tells better than words how the dear old father and mother feel, and mother takes the letter, opens it, and reads it with tears of gratitude and love. How glad are these parents that their first-born son holds a responsible position in the dear Lord's work! They gladly excuse him. They read his reports in the papers; they watch with much interest the progress of the work in his State. They hear from his good wife of his travels among the churches and of the welfare of the family; but all this can not bring the joy and gratitude of the letter written with his own hand, expressing his love for them, and his hope which reaches beyond this life.