In the 1800s, when he was just a small boy, John Todd lost both of his parents. A kind-hearted aunt raised him until he left home to study for the ministry. Later on, this aunt became seriously ill, and in distress wrote Todd a letter. She asked whether death would mean the end of everything, or could she hope for something beyond?
Here is the letter John Todd wrote in reply: “It is now 35 years since I, as a boy of six, was left quite alone in the world. You sent me word you would give me a home and be a kind mother to me. I have never forgotten the day I made the long journey to your house. I can still recall my disappointment when, instead of coming for me yourself, you sent your servant, Caesar, to fetch me.
“I remember my tears and anxiety as, perched high on your horse and clinging tight to Caesar, I rode off to my new home. Night fell before we finished the journey, and I became lonely and afraid. “Do you think she’ll go to bed before we get there?” I asked Caesar.
“Oh no!” he said reassuringly, “She’ll stay up for you. When we get out of these woods, you’ll see her candle shining in the window.”
“Presently we did ride out into the clearing, and there, sure enough, was your candle. I remember you were waiting at the door, that you put your arms close about me—a tired and bewildered little boy. You had a fire burning on the hearth, a hot supper waiting on the stove. After supper you took me to my new room, heard me say my prayers, and then sat beside me till I fell asleep.
“Some day soon God will send for you, to take you to your new home. Don’t fear the summons, the strange journey, or the messenger of death. God can be trusted to do as much for you as you were kind enough to do for me so many years ago.
“At the end of the road you will find love and a welcome awaiting, and you will be safe in God’s care.“