IN a jail was a young man twenty-eight years of age. Once he could play in the fields, or rest on his mother’s knee, but now was shut up with sinful men. He felt very wretched; he was taken very ill and was afraid to die. A visitor asked him, “Why?”
“Because I’m such a sinner.”
“There is mercy and salvation for sinners. If you turn to God, trusting in Christ, He will pardon you.”
“I have no hope, there is none for me.”
The visitor asked, “Was not your mother a Christian?”
“Oh, yes sir. Many a time she warned me of this.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I can answer all in one sentence, I
DID NOT OBEY MY PARENTS.
ML 11/09/1902