J.I. Packer, in his book, Rediscovering Holiness, told of a certain woman by the name of Mabel, whom another gentleman interviewed and talked with and wrote about. Mabel was a blind, deaf, disease-ridden, cancerous woman of 89 years. She had been in a convalescence home, where a fellow went to talk with her. In that home she had been bedridden for 25 years. And so the man, named Tom, asked her what she thought about as she passed her lonely days and nights. She said,
Ralph DavisI think about Jesus.He asked,what do you think about Jesus?She replied very slowly and deliberately as he wrote it down. This is what she said,I think about how good he has been to me. He has been awfully good to me in my life, you know. I am one of those kinds who are mostly satisfied. Lots of folk would not care much about what I think. Lots of folks would think I am kind of old-fashioned, but I do not care; I would rather have Jesus. He is all the world to me.The joy faith can confess.1
17 Car le figuier ne fleurira pas, La vigne ne produira rien, Le fruit de l'olivier manquera, Les champs ne donneront pas de nourriture; Les brebis disparaîtront du pâturage, Et il n'y aura plus de bœufs dans les étables.