A SCOTCH lady found the Saviour late one night, and went upstairs to see if her little boy Donald was awake. Their house was near a mountain.
“Donald,” she exclaimed, “I have found Jesus, and oh I do want you to be a Christian. Tell me whether you have thought about coming to Him?”
“Mother,” said Donald, “do you remember that hot day last summer when we all climbed up the mountain and how very thirsty I was?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Well, Mother, I feel just like that in my heart now. I am so thirsty.”
He meant that he felt himself to be a sinner, that he was thirsting for pardon and salvation; he was hungering and thirsting after righteousness. He knew that he was all wrong, and longed to be right with God. We believe it was not long bore Donald came to the Saviour and had his thirst quenched, for the Lord Himself said, “Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled.”
A little girl, eleven years old, wrote to me: “Your first meeting on Wednesday morning made me hungry for my Saviour, and, thank God, I found Him on the following Sunday.”
There are two kinds of hunger; there is such a thing as being hungry for your dinner, and there is such a thing as being hungry for the Saviour. A child can understand this soul-hunger quite as well as a grown-up person. This little girl understood it perfectly, and I have spoken with many thousands of boys and girls who have been really hungry and thirsty after Jesus.
Have you ever felt this need? If not, then may the blessed Spirit of God create within you this hunger and thirst of soul.
OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST gave Himself for our sins, that He might deliver us from this present evil world, according to the will of God. Gal. 1. 3:4.
Jesus said, COME UNTO ME, and I will give you rest. Matt. 11. 28.
GOD made the birds to sing to me,
The blossoms on the tree,
To make me glad in summer days;
But why did He make me?
O child, how wonderful and sweet
The answer God has given!
The blessed Lord, who died for thee,
Has need of thee in Heaven.
To make Him glad in Paradise
He needs thy little song;
He needs thee for His love and joy
Where He has waited long.
ML-06/29/1969