“Please, may I go to Sunday school with Linda, Mother?" Betty came running into the house bursting with eagerness.
"What a strange request, Betty. Whatever makes you want to go to Sunday school?"
"Linda has just been telling me about it, and she says they have such a nice time,. and I would be in the same class with her if I can go. Please, can I go, Mother?"
"We must wait till your father comes home, Betty. I don't know what he will think of it."
And so Betty ran out to tell her friend that she must wait a bit before she could give her answer. I hope the reader of this paper goes to Sunday school, and enjoys it as much as Linda did. And I hope you have accepted the Lord Jesus as your own Saviour, and are trying to bring others to know Him too.
Betty's father came home that evening, and it was not long before he heard of Betty's eager question. He wasn't very pleased about it, for he paid no attention to such matters at all, and was not anxious for his daughter to grow up to be "religious." But Betty seemed so very anxious to try it that he finally agreed to let her go.
A few more days and Sunday came. and Linda and Betty could be seen going off to Sunday school together. It was all new and wonderful to Betty. She wasn't able to join in the singing very well, for she had never heard those lovely choruses before in her life.
But the story she heard in her class went right to her heart. She heard the story of the cross of Calvary, and marveled to the depth of her young soul, as the love of Jesus was unfolded in the story of His sufferings and death. At times she was pretty sure there were tears in the eyes of the teacher, and she knew there were tears in her own eyes too as she was told that it was for her sins that the Lord Jesus shed His blood. The whole class repeated slowly and reverently together.
Before many Sundays had passed, Betty accepted the Lord Jesus as her own Saviour, and she joyfully came home and told her mother and father all about it. At first there was much opposition, and they insisted that she must never go back to that Sunday school again. But the Lord heard Betty's prayer and the prayers of her friend Linda and of her teacher, and before long, her own dear mother had also accepted the Lord as her own Saviour. wish I could say that her father was 5oved too, but I am afraid he continued to live without Christ.
More than likely the one who is reading this story has been to Sunday school and has heard about the Lord Jesus. It may be that you have seen tears in your teacher's eyes too, as you were warned of your need of the Saviour. Have you come to Him yet? When I was a boy, I well remember how eagerly and lovingly my teacher used to speak to us of our need of a Saviour, and I am so very glad that He has saved me.
Messages of the Love of God 1/19/1958