white on the porch if he wants me back. If I see
anything white, I’ll come home.” Then he hung up.
On that Monday morning, a worried teenager
boarded the train, and happened to sit next to a
minister. “Why are you so nervous?” The pastor
inquired. The boy then told him the whole story.
“Mister,” he said, “when we roll around the curve
ahead, will you look out the window at the house
on the top of the hill? That’s my house. If you see
anything white, tell me. I’m scared to look!”
As the train rounded the last bend and the
minister looked through the glass, the sight
caused him to forget his ministerial dignity.
Jumping to his feet, the pastor shouted, “Look
son, look!” Opening his eyes, the boy saw his little
house on the hill completely covered with every
white sheet, white blanket, white towel, white
bedspread, white tablecloth, white napkin and
white handkerchief that his parents owned. Oh,
how they loved him and wanted him to come
home. The last thing the minister saw of the boy
was the back of his legs running quickly up the
hill, across the porch, through the white sheets,
and into the waiting arms of his lonely parents.
Dear reader, Jesus loves you and wants you to
come home too. So repent of your sins, and trust
Him as your Savior. If you do, He will place upon
you His own spotless “robe of righteousness” (see