This is my body, broken for you.' In the name of the Master who said these words, eat, remembering His love for us." The dying man could not lift his hand to take the bread from the plate.
Philip gently placed a crumb between his lips.

The sexton, still kneeling, partook, and, bowing his head between his hands, sobbed.
Philip poured out the wine and said: "In the name of the Lord Jesus, this cup is the new testament in His blood shed for all mankind for the remission of sins." He carried the cup to the lips of the man and then gave to the sexton.

The smile on the dying man's face died.

The gray shadow of the last enemy was projected into the room from the setting sun of death's approaching twilight.

The son of the old slave-master was going to meet the mother of the man who was born into the darkness of slavery, but born again into the light of God.