He was a good rider; he was already becoming known in the world of equestrian sports. That’s a great sport!
And his law studies also went well.
Suddenly everything changed in his successful life. One crash, months ago; now he is in hospital, and things are not going well.
Why does he have such pain in that leg?
Then, in the middle of the night it happens: A serious looking sister grabs his bed and, without saying much, drives it to a small room and leaves him there alone. “The doctor will be here soon,” she says, and then she disappears.
He understands; this is a death chamber.
That is his prospect … How long?
The world starts to turn for him.
Horses and laws have been forgotten.
Why was he not told about the seriousness of his condition?
He’s not ready to die, he’s not ready to meet God. He hates the thought of it.
Not that he’s that bad.
He has only forgotten God.
He always thought he still had plenty of time.
His life is turning out before his eyes, and it’s like God is looking at it.
He notices that he is shaking.
Often he has heard about God. But that was so far away.
When you are young you have so much to do that you just don’t get to God. But now it is suddenly different.
He suddenly sees himself; he is not a thief, not a murderer, but he has to admit that he is a sinner. For the first time he feels his sins as a heavy burden. He has earned the judgment and punishment of God; he sighs deeply and heavily.
Then comes the answer.
On the wall next to him is a picture with a cross of a previous occupant of this death chamber. “Come to Me, all you who labor and burden and I will give you rest” it says.
That is it. Now he remembers; he has heard that message before, but it had left him cold. But now he sees it.
Jesus Christ is the Son of God,
He has come to save sinners;
He has come to die for them.
That can give him peace.
He reads it again … “Come to Me … and I will give you rest!”
And aloud he says, “I’m coming, I’m coming to You, Lord Jesus!”
The burden slips from shoulders; he smiles softly. It has not been too late.
Here comes the sister again. “Sorry, sorry,” she says. “I took the wrong bed … I’ll take you back to the infirmary.”
Now he is doubly grateful. After years he can say it: “It was a frightening night and yet I am still grateful for it.
The peace, tranquility, and rest, I found at the cross then is still, and will remain in my heart.