It was a hot sunny day on the island of Trinidad, in far away British West Indies. I was walking along Eastern Main Road with a haversack over my shoulder. What do you suppose was in my haversack? It was filled with seed ready to be planted. Now you must not mistake what I have said, for I was not going off to the fields to plant the kind of seed that will grow into carrots or beans. It was filled with gospel tracts which tell us the story of the Saviour’s love.
We often speak of this as the good seed of the Word of God, for if it is planted in the hearts of boys and girls it can spring up and bear fruit for the Lord Jesus.
I stopped at a little home by the side of the road, and found there a dear little girl by the name of Joyce. It was the hottest part of the afternoon, but little Joyce was still in bed, though her brothers and sisters were all up and playing about. Joyce was still in bed because she was very sick and could not run and play as her brothers and sisters were doing.
Perhaps you would expect Joyce to be pretty sad as she had to stay in bed all the time, but instead I found her to be very happy. Do you know why she was happy? She was happy because she belongs to the Lord Jesus, and she was happy in the knowledge that Jesus loved her and died on the cross to save her. When I went into her room she was sitting up in her bed reading her little Bible. Her mother told me that she reads her Bible every day and loves the precious news that she finds in it.
I don’t believe that little Joyce will ever run and play as you and I do, but I do know that someday I shall see little Joyce up in heaven, and I am so glad that I met her down here.
I just wish that you could come with me to visit Joyce. She is a little bit shy, and it might take a little while to get acquainted, but I know what she would have to say. She would tell you that the Lord Jesus Christ left His home in glory, and came down into this world because He loved you and me. She would tell you that the Lord Jesus shed His precious blood on the cross of Calvary in order that our sins might be washed away. And she would tell you that she has been washed in the blood of Jesus, and I think she would ask you if you have been washed too. Would you be able to tell Joyce that your sins are all washed away in the blood of Jesus? Oh, I do hope that you know the Lord Jesus Christ as your own Saviour, and that your sins have been washed away forever in His precious blood.
ML 10/21/1956