SOME time ago a boy was discovered in the street, evidently intelligent, but sick. A man who had the feeling of kindness strongly developed, went to ask him what he was doing there.
“Waiting for God to come to me.”
“What do you mean?” said the gentleman, touched by the pathetic tone of the answer of the boy, in whose eyes and flushed face he saw the evidence of fever.
“God sent for mother and father and little brother,” said he, “and took them away to His home up in the sky; and mother told me when she was sick that God would take care of me. I have no home, nobody to give me anything; and so I came here, and have been looking so long up in the sky for God to come and take care of me, as mother said He would. He will come, won’t He? Mother never told me a lie.”
“Yes, my lad,” said the man, overcome with emotion, “He has sent me to take care of you.”
You should have seen his eyes flash, and the smile of triumph break over his face as he said: “Mother never told me a lie, sir; but you have been so long on the way.”
The Lord honored the faith of the little boy and sent one of His children to give him the care that he needed.
May we, also, like the gentleman, be ready to be sent, by the Lord, on whatever errands He may choose to send us.
ML 03/11/1906