There was once a little missionary only eight years of age. This little girl loved the Lord Jesus, and delighted to teach others to read, and bring them to Jesus. She was once asked how it was that she loved the Lord Jesus whom she had never seem. Her answer was,
“He loved me first, and died for me on the cross, that I might live.”
Was not this a nice answer? And then because she loved the One who died for her, she delighted to work for Him.
09/13/1936