Mrs. Henderson was a happy Christian whose life was full of praise and thanksgiving. Her husband was not saved, and he would never come with her to the prayer meetings nor to the gospel addresses which were such a delight to her heart. Fido, the dog, always went with her to the meetings, and. sat silently under her seat all through the service. Every Sunday evening, Mrs. Henderson and Fido could be seen walking towards the meeting room, up the steps and to the same seat.
In time, Mrs, Henderson died. Fido seemed so mournful, and Mr. Henderson was heart broken, for he could find no comfort without his companion, and he did not know how to turn to the Lord for help.
For several Sundays he noticed the dog leave the house at a certain hour, and come back at a certain hour. One Sunday he thought, he would follow Fido, and see what it was all about. The dog seemed delighted to have his master go with him, and he trotted along until they came to the door of die Gospel Hall. Mr. Henderson stopped as the dog bounded up the steps and waited at the top for his master. After standing a few moments, the lonely man said, “I’ll go in, just to please the dog. It won’t do any harm.” Solemnly the dog led him up the aisle and to the same seat where his dear wife always sat. He didn’t pay much attention to the words of the message, for he was thinking of his dear wife, and thinking of the pleasure that it seemed to bring to her to be able to be at such meetings.
The next Sunday, Mr. Henderson and Fido were again at the Gospel meeting, and again the next. After the third service, he arose, with tears streaming down his cheeks, and publicly-owned his rejection of the Saviour’s love, and confessed before all that he now wanted the Lord Jesus his own Saviour, Perhaps the reader is much younger than Mr. Henderson, and it is very unlikely that you will ever be led to a gospel meeting by a dog, but the same Saviour of our story is watching you as you read this paper, He loves you and wants to save you.
ML 12/23/1951