Johnney has a very kind little nurse, who is trying to do all she can for him, and his mother will do some of the things the nurse cannot. But I want to tell you today about a little boy named Carlos who has been in bed for a long time, even though he is just eight years old. Perhaps the reader of this paper is eight years old, but I don’t think you would like to have all the suffering that Carlos had. For six long years Carlos had never been able to get out of bed. Yes, when he was just two years old, he took very sick and never again was able to get up and run, but always had to lie and suffer.
Not far from Carlos’ home, there was a Sunday school where boys and girls heard about the love of God in sending the Lord Jesus to die for sinners. Over and over again they sang the hymns that told of that wonderful love, and many of them accepted the Lord Jesus as their Saviour. Some of the children knew about Carlos, and they decided they would go to see him and sing some of their favorite hymns in his room. Every week, on their way home from Sunday school, they would stop at his home, and tell him what they had heard, and sing for him, and read him a story from the Bible. Wasn’t that a fine thing for Christian boys, and girls to do? I wonder if there is someone near your Sunday school that is too old or too sick to come to hear about Jesus. Perhaps if you really know Jesus as your own Saviour, you can find the time to visit them, and speak to them about your Saviour.
A few weeks after the children had started calling on little Carlos, one of the teachers stopped by for a visit. He was surprised to see such marks of suering on so young a face. But as soon as the precious name of Jesus was meioned, the face of the sufferer lighted up with joy.
“Do you know the Lord Jesus as your Saviour?” the teacher asked.
“Oh, yes, sir. Jesus has washed all my sins away.”
“Tell me how that happened,” he said.
“When the children from the Sunday school came and told me about the love of the Lord Jesus and how He saved them, I listened carefully. Then when they were gone, I accepted Him as my own Saviour. I tried to kneel in my bed to pray, but my knees just wouldn’t bend, so I raised my hands up like this, and just told the Lord Jesus that I wanted Him as my own Saviour. And now I know my sins are gone.”
I can’t tell you much more about Carlos, for he lived in far-away Spain. I really do not know if he ever got up from that sick bed, but I do know that I shall meet Carlos in heaven some day, for the Lord Jesus said,
ML 10/24/1954