My sister Jeanie was saved on the New-Year week. A man was spending his vacation in our town, and he had meetings for boys and girls every night in the schooouse. At first only a few went. Jeanie and I went round to the back window, and heard the man tell of a little girl who was so happy after she was saved, that she sang all night. We wondered at that, for we had always thought that religion made boys and girls miserable.
We heard next day that Nellie Smith, a school companion of ours, had been “saved” at the meetings. We wondered what she would be like when she came to school. None of us had ever seen a “saved” girl. When Nellie came up, a crowd of us stood at the gate looking silently at her, but we saw no difference, only she seemed happy.
Jeanie walked into school with her, and said,
“How do you feel when you are saved, Nellie?”
“O,” said Nellie, “it’s not feeling, but believing. I just believed that Jesus died for me, and He says all who believe are saved.”
ML 02/13/1944