Are you saved, Willie?”
So questioned an evangelist a boy who was anxious about his soul. He looked io the speaker’s face, and then burst into tears, exclaiming,
“I wish I was.”
Yes, with eternity in front of him, and with the shadow of sin resting on his soul, his words were,
“I wish I was.”
How gladly the evangelist spoke to him of the love of Jesus, and how he could be saved. Both knelt together, and the evaelist prayed, feeling sure Willie would be saved before very long.
A day or two passed; the Christian was greeted with a radiant smile. He knew is well what that smile meant. He said, “You are saved, Willie.” “Yes,” the boy replied, “1 am.” “Tell rue all about it.”
A Christian had called to see the boy in the meantime, and had found that Willie wanted to feel something, as though salvation were a question of feelings.
Willie was shown that Jesus had done everything for him, and that all that rained for him was to rest upon His finished work.
ML 11/02/1941