A widely respected man known as “Uncle Johnson” died in Michigan at the incredible age of 120. Perhaps his advanced years could be credited in part to the cheerful outlook that characterized his life.
One day while at work in his garden, he was singing songs of praise to God. His pastor, who was passing by, looked over the fence and called,
“Uncle Johnson, you seem very happy today.”
“Yes, I was just thinking,” said the old man.
“Thinking about what?” questioned his pastor.
“Oh, I was just thinking that if the crumbs of joy that fall from the Masters table in this world are so good, what will the great loaf in glory be like! I tell you, sir, there will be enough for everyone and some to spare up there.”