I had been spending a little time in one of the quiet country retreats, seeking to make known the Way of Life to old and young, as opportunity occurred.
On Monday morning as I sat in the dining-room of the house in which I was staying, a young lady with her little sister entered, saying, “Mr. D., Mary has something to tell you.”
So as the thoughtful looking child came to me, I bade her let me hear her secret. Looking me in the face with her truthful Gray eyes she falteringly said: “I got saved last night.”
On the previous night, after coming from the Gospel meeting, Mary was seen to be very quiet, and as bedtime drew near, the silent tear fell down her cheeks. She feared to go asleep, she said, lest the Lord Jesus should come and take the others and leave her behind.
Mary was afraid to meet God. Her sister pointed her to the Lord Jesus, who died to save, lives to save, and at once does save all who simply put their trust in Him. So Mary wiped away her tears, and praised her Saviour. My little friends.
“Take Christ, God’s gift, this very hour, Possess Him for your very own.”
ML 08/23/1931