Wherever Jesus Is, That’s Heaven

A little newsboy was struck down by a truck on a London street and rushed to the hospital. The boy had no living relatives anywhere. His special friend was an atheist who was sour on the world, on mankind, on life itself. He denied its greatest realities.

One day when he came to see his little friend in the hospital, he recognized the signs of death and tried to encourage him. “You’ll soon be out delivering papers again,” he said.

“Oh, no, Sir. Not that. I won’t be here long. I’ll not live long.

But after the resurrection, the first person I’ll see is Jesus.” Then- I don’t know how he could do it, but I suppose the poor man’s yearning, darkened heart was breaking- he said, “But suppose you get to heaven and Jesus isn’t there.”

“Oh,” cried the little sufferer, “you don’t understand; because wherever Jesus is, that’s heaven.”