by Vance Havner
As a boy, I liked to read stories. I had a habit of reading the last pages first to see what happened to the villain. I wanted to make sure that he got it in the neck. Then I would start at the beginning and, although my hero was often up to his ears in trouble and sometimes it looked as though he wouldn’t last through the next page, I would say under my breath, “Cheer up! Everything’s all right. I’ve known the end from the beginning.” And no matter how the villain swaggered, and although it looked sometimes as though he had it made, I’d say, “If only you knew what I know! Your goose is cooked from the start!”
I have a Bible that tells me where we came from and where we’re going. If I open it at some places, it looks as though the devil were sure to win.