ALMOST two weeks before little H. took sick, he said to A. McA., “I am going to see John,” meaning her brother who is with the Lord. A few days later, with his eyes turned upward, he said “Oh! bun I love Jesus.” His mother asked him, “What makes you love Jesus?” and his reply was, “Tause, tause He loves me.” An hour later he was heard to sing in his childish way,
“Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bible tells me so,
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak but He is strong.”
Whilst he was sick, he said, “I do not want to stay down here any longer, I want to go to Jesus,” and, “If I take medicine it will make me better, and I don’t want to get better.” And when some friends told him not to talk that way as it worried his mamma, he said, “I do so want to go to Jesus—won’t it be nice?” Later when his father said to him, “You want to stay with mamma and papa don’t you H.? his reply was, “No Papa, I want to go to Jesus.”
What a cheer to hear such words as these from a little child, and that just before going into the presence of God. May the Lord use these sayings of our dear little H. to draw the hearts of our readers to find in Christ a portion to fully satisfy their hearts.
ML 02/15/1903