Creeping In

When the father of Dr. Harry Ironside lay dying, the descending sheet which Peter saw in a vision was dominant in his mind. Over and over he mumbled, “A great sheet and wild beasts, and . . . and . . . and.”

Seemingly he could not recall the next words and would start over again. A friend whispered, “John, it says, ‘creeping things.’ ”

“Oh, yes, that is how I got in! Just a poor, good-for-nothing creeping thing! But I got in, saved by grace!”