A silly minister sitting beside a dying saint forgot himself enough to say to her that it must be a great comfort to her in her dying hour to be able to reflect on a well-spent life. "Yes", she said, "it is". And then with a little twinkle even in her dying eye she looked hard at him and said: "But dear pastor, the well-spent life on which I am reflecting is not mine, but that of Jesus Christ, my Savior; and I am occupied in putting my good works in one bundle and my bad works in another, and turning from both to Christ." A.B. Simpson