"But you look very happy, Hans."
"Happy? Yes, indeed, I am happy! I have many reasons to be. My
heavenly Father gives me raiment and daily bread. I have a roof over my
head, and a good bed to sleep in. That is more than my precious Saviour had
while He sojourned here below. I was just thanking God for all His mercies
when you appeared."
The landlord glanced at Hans' meager lunch - a few slices of bread and a
piece of fried pork. "And that is the kind of food you are thanking God
for! I would feel quite deprived if that were all I had for dinner."
"Would you?" asked Hans wonderingly. "But perhaps you do
not know what I have that adds sweetness to everything God gives me. It is
the inward presence of Christ my Saviour! May I tell you a dream I had last
"Of course, Hans; tell your dream; I'd like to hear it."
"As I was falling asleep my mind was taken up with the happy land
above and the many mansions prepared for those who truly love the Lord.
Suddenly I felt myself transferred to the heavenly portals. They were wide
open, so I could look into the blessed city. Oh, sir, the glory and beauty I
saw no tongue could describe! Of course it was just a dream; but there was
one thing I particularly want to tell you."