He informed the caretaker and bade him question the old man. After all the place contained valuable furnishings.
`I go to pray,' the old man said in reply to the caretaker's questioning.
`Come, come now,' said the other, 'you are never long enough in the church to pray.'
`Well, you see,' the shabby old man went on, `I cannot pray a long prayer, but every day at twelve o'clock I just comes and says, "Jesus, it's Jim" and waits a minute and then comes away. It's just a little prayer, but I guess He hears me.'
When Jim was injured some time later and taken to hospital, he had a wonderful influence in the ward. Grumbling patients became cheerful and often the ward would ring with laughter.
`Well, Jim,' said the sister to him one day, `the men say you are responsible for this change in the ward. They say you are always happy.'
`Aye, sister, that I am. I can't help being happy. You see, it's my Visitor. Every day He makes me happy.'
`Your visitor?' The sister was puzzled. She always noticed that Jim's chair was empty on visiting days, for he was a lonely old man, with no relations.
'Your visitor? But when does he come?'`
Every day,' Jim replied, the light in his eyes growing brighter. 'Yes, every day at twelve o'clock He comes and stands at the foot of my bed.
I see Him and He smiles and says, "Jim, it's Jesus".