When I started out as a boy preaching, Father went along. Then when I got old enough to go by myself, he'd meet me at the little railroad station in Newton, North Carolina. I can see him standing there by that old Ford roadster, in that old blue serge suit that hadn't been pressed since the day he bought it. When I'd go up to him, the first thing he'd ask me would be, "How did you get along?"

It's been a long time, and when my train rounds into Grand Central Station in glory, I think he'll be there--not in the old blue serge suit, but in the robes of glory. I wouldn't be surprised if the first thing he'd say would be, "How did you get along?"

I think I'll say, "Pretty well, and I owe a lot to you for it." Then I think I'd say, "You remember back in the country when I was a little boy, no matter where I was in the afternoon I was supposed to be back by sundown. It's been a long trip Dad, but here I am by the grace of God, home before dark."