LITTLE Hindu boy was playing in front of his father’s bungalow one day when someone came along and stole him. They took him to Calcutta where he was sold as a slave. A Mohammedan lady bought him and had him taught the Mohammedan faith.
When he was about sixteen years old he became very unhappy, so his mistress, who was quite fond of him, sent for a Mohammedan priest to try and comfort him. The priest aught him to say long prayers, which he was to repeat five times daily with his face turned toward Mecca, the birthplace of Mohammed. He persevered in this until he was over eighteen years of age; but it did him no good.
Then the thought struck him that perhaps all the trouble had come from leaving the religion of his fathers who were Brahmans. He set off at once in search of a Brahman priest who, for quite a sum of money, gave him instructions to make an offering of flowers and fruits, every morning and evening, to one of the goddesses. Also once a week he was to make the sacrifice of a kid. This went on for many weeks. But no rest came to the young Brahman’s heart. He became ill through his soul anxiety, and seemed to be dying on his feet.
Poor young fellow! How many there are like him, with no one to tell them of Jesus, the One mighty to save. Then one day a beggar came to the house, and in the course of telling his story, he happened to mention the name of a young Christian missionary who lived only a short distance away. The young Brahman’s interest was roused, and he asked if he could see him and hear his teaching. He gave the bear a small sum of money, and asked him to guide him to this Christian teacher. In the cool of the day they set off together and arrived at the bungalow of the missionary, just as he and his family were preparing to retire for the night.
The young Brahman told his story, and the servant of Christ lovingly and faithfully pointed him to Jesus, the Saviour of sinners. It took some time to show this dear youth his full need as a sinner, and the simplicity and freeness of God’s salvation. He knew nothing of the God of love, or of Jesus, the Saviour of sinners, so he had to be taught the way of salvation line upon line. This need patience; but the earnest missionary’s patient, faithful efforts were amply rewarded, for the time came when the young Brahman was converted and boldly confessed Christ as his Saviour.
Now, as a native teacher in his own country, he delights to tell others of the mighty Saviour whose blood can cleanse and whose power can deliver from the penalty and dominion of sin. Do you know this same Jesus as your Saviour?
ML-12/25/1966