“I ought to love Jesus,” sang little Peggy as she ran down the street. “Why ought you to love Jesus, little girl?” I asked her, but she only looked at me and ran away.
Peggy was like a great many children, and grown-up people too, who sing words which they do not mean. It is quite true that we ought to love Jesus, for He first loved us and He died on the cross for sinners.
One summer day little Peggy gathered, along with crowds of other boys and girls, to board the special bus which was to take them out to a park for their Sunday school treat. Before long they were having a wonderful time playing games, running races, and shouting. Peggy joined hands with her sister, to play “London Bridge” when she suddenly fell back. We thought she had fainted, but she was dead! Yes, dear little Peggy who sang “I ought to love Jesus” was dead! I do not know if she did love Jesus, but if she was washed in His precious blood, she will sing forever and ever. But if she just knew that hymn and did not know the Saviour, she will weep and mourn forever and ever.
Dear boys and girls, we often bear you sing such hymns, and as we listen to you, we often pray that you may know in your hearts, that you have been cleansed by the blood of Jesus. If you had been Peggy, where would you be now? Come to Jesus now.
ML 09/17/1950