Little David was taking care of of his father’s sheep. He was not a very big boy, and he had never gone to school because his father and mother were very poor, and David had to do what he could to help at home. He had never learned to read, but he had learned his alphabet.
It was a bright Sunday morning, and David watched boys and girls, dressed in their very best clothes, going off to Sunday school and service with their fathers and mothers. How he wished that he could go too! All at once it occurred to David that God could see him as he tended the sheep, and then he thought that perhaps he could pray to God right where he was. But what could he say? He had never prayed in his life, and he didn’t know how.
After a little thought, he knelt down by the hedge and with folded hands and closed eyes, he began, “A B C D.”
When he had finished, a man’s head appeared over the hedge.
“What are you doing, little man?”
The lad looked up surprised, “Please, sir, I was praying.”
“But what were you saying your letters for?”
“Well, sir, I didn’t know just what to say, only I felt I wanted to talk to God, and ask Him to take care of me, and help me to take care of the sheep. So I thought if I said all I knew, He would put it together and spell all I want.”
“Bless your heart, my little man. I’m sure He heard you.”
And indeed I am sure too. God was watching David, and He watches you too—all day long. He loves you very much—so very much that He sent His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, to die on the cross for your sins. Have you ever knelt down and talked to Him? He will be sure to listen, for He has said,
ML 10/31/1954