God in heaven is your portion!

There was a poor man whose pious parents left him no heritage, save an honest name, and a good, God-loving heart―

Now, although in this, he had riches without measure, the world accounted him poor.

It went well with him at first, but by degrees, he tasted trouble. 

He lost the small fortune he had succeeded in saving by dint of work. 

And the people pointed to him saying—

Poor wretch!

No; not poor, he said―

God is my portion!

But misfortune pursued him. 

Most of his so-called friends turned their back on him, and those whom he had trusted most proved faithless. 

He was deceived, calumniated, misjudged.

And people shook their heads saying—

How wretched and miserable you are to be sure!

No; he said, though his voice trembled, not wretched, for God is my portion!

But the greatest trouble of all now laid him low―

He lost his loving wife, and soon after, his only child. 

The suffering man stood alone in a heartless world.

Again, the people said, shrugging their shoulders—

Surely now, you will own yourself miserable and wretched―

A very butt of trouble!

No; he cried, repressing the welling tears, God is yet my portion!

And the people turned from him, saying he was singular and strange, and nicknaming him John Comfort, in virtue of his peculiarity.

But he, truly, was not wretched, nor indeed forsaken. 

The last words he was heard to speak on earth were—

God in heaven is my portion!

And he entered into the joy of his Lord.

L. W. J. S.,  Letters from Hell, Richard Bentley & Son, London, 1889