NEARLY a hundred years have passed away since the little boy about whom I am now writing, used to go to a missionary school in the distant land of Burmah. One day he came to his teacher to ask permission to read only the Bible all the next day, instead of having his usual lessons. Of course, the missionary wanted to know why.
“I want to become a disciple,” said the little fellow.
He meant, a disciple of the Lord Jesus. Christ, whose name this Burmese child had often heard from the missionary’s lips.
“Do you, who are still so young, wish then to become a disciple?” asked the missionary.
“Yes, I do,” the boy replied, “because I see that young persons, as well as others, are exposed to death; and if should die without becoming a disciple, I should go to hell; but if I become a disciple, I have nothing to fear.”
“What sin does your conscience charge you with?” tenderly inquired his teacher.
To this question the little boy gave a most remarkable reply.
“I have neglected the true God,” he said, “who has upheld me by night and by day, and who has fed and clothed me all my life; and I, notwithstanding, have worshipped false gods.”
Think of such an answer from a little heathen boy! His soul trouble was, not that he stole, or even was disobedient to his parents, but that he was guilty of having “neglected the true God,” in whose hand his breath was, and who had done everything for him.
What about yourself, dear young reader? O! remember how much He has loved you when He has given the dearest object of His heart, His beloved Son, to die on the cross for you, and made the way clear for you to come to God through Him. Thus you, too, may become a disciple and follow Him, and be used of Him for blessing to others.
ML 10/20/1918