IT WAS a cold, dreary Sunday in March years ago. A Christian mother was earnestly speaking to her boy of God’s love, and of the necessity of his coming to a decision to receive Jesus as his Saviour so that he might have Him as his Friend through life. But her son, like many others, reasoned that the things of Christ were all very good for old people, but that young people must enjoy their youth. So to get away from his mother’s further pleading, he got up and left the room.
That dear mother had never again to speak to her boy of her Saviour, but God spoke to him with a loud voice. Just three days after, on going into her bedroom, this boy found his mother lying dead. She had been suddenly called to that Home above. Oh, then he resolved to lead a good life! But it was uphill work. For a few days he would be getting on so well, and then some temptation would come, and down he would fall again.
This state of things went on for nearly a year and he was just about to give up in despair, when one day he heard a gospel preacher speak on the words “I am the Way.” After explaining how Jesus was the only Way to the Father, he turned tard the boy, and as if especially speaking to him, said, “Young man, have you been trying to get to heaven by your own way? Oh, give it up, and take God’s way—simply trust in the merits and death of Jesus.”
Sitting there, at that moment, the boy gave himself at once to Jesus who had died to redeem him, and he was happily saved. Today, after eight years, he wishes to tell you dear boys and girls that it is the best thing he ever did in his life, and to beg you not to wait but to come and share his joy in the same precious Saviour.
ML-04/26/1964