In India years ago a boy just fourteen years old was attending a missionary school. He went to visit some friends in a distant village one day, and in the afternoon he went into a heathen temple. There he saw a feeble old man passing from idol to idol, praying and offering incense sticks as he went around.
The boy had believed the gospel himself and, knowing Jesus as his Saviour, his heart was touched at the sight of the old man. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Summoning up courage he went up to him and said, “Would you mind a boy speaking to you, Sir? I am young; you are old.”
The man was not offended, and after some conversation the boy told him the story of the love of God in sending his dear Son into this world to die for sinners. The old man’s heart was melted as he listened.
“My boy,” he said, “I have never heard such words before.” He persuaded the lad to go home with him so that his wife might hear the wonderful story. And so these two aged natives were led to the Saviour before they ever saw or heard of a missionary.
ML-04/24/1966