Robert Morrison, who went to China as a missionary, was once spending the night in the home of a friend in Philadelphia. He arrived there late at night and was given a bed in the room of his friend’s little daughter. She was in her own little bed sleeping soundly.
Early in the morning when the little girl woke up she saw the strange man in the big bed and became frightened. She asked him, “Are you my friend?”
“I want to be,” Mr. Morrison replied.
“Do you pray to God?” she asked him further.
“Oh, yes,” he answered. I pray to Him every day. He is my best Friend.”
The little girl was satisfied. She was not afraid of a man who was a friend of God.
ML-12/31/1978