TWO LITTLE boys ran after their father one morning as he went to work. On their way home they stopped to pick flowers on the side of the lake. In their eagerness to secure one big blossom to take home to their mother, they got into danger. In some places along the shore the water was deep, and the banks slippery.
Harry, a little fellow of just three years, slipped and rolled down the bank into the deep water. Johnny, his brother, screamed as he saw Harry disappear from view, and rushed home along the road crying out, “Mother, Mother!”
Their home was too far away for his mother to hear his cry, and I fear that poor little Harry would have drowned but for brave Oscar, a dog who was lying in the sun near the place where Harry fell in. The child’s cry wakened Oscar, and with one bound he was in the water. Hay’s white shirt was floating on the surface and Oscar, seizing it in his teeth, kept the child afloat until a man came with a boat and picked him up. A crowd gathered on the lake side and in a few minutes Hay was safe in his mother’s arms.
Do you think Harry ever forgot Oscar? Never! He is now a tall handsome young fellow, and for many a day you would see him walking by the lake with Oscar by his side.
I know of one who died to save you from eternal death, dear young reader. His name is Jesus, the Son of God. Have you ever thanked Him? Have you trusted Him as your Saviour, and do you walk daily by His side?
ML-11/06/1966