The streets were crowded with people, and is was hard to hurry along as fast as I would like. It was just about closing time for the bank, and I had two blocks more to walk.
A steady hum of voices buzzed about me, and snatches of conversation could be heard, but I paid no attention, for I was eager to get to the bank in time. All at once I heard one clear question stand out above all the others.
“Sir, do you know Jesus?”
For the time and place, it was a strange question. But it caught my ear at once, for I do know Jesus. I love Jesus, for He first loved me and died for me. In a moment I turned to see who had asked the question, but I could not find out. There were so many people around, and such a confusion of voices, that I could not tell who had spoken.
Reader, do you know Jesus? He is the Son of God who died for sinners like you and me. Have you put your trust in Him?
ML 11/28/1954