A preacher and his wife, desiring to attend a service, left their two children playing in the dining room.
When they were left alone, they thought they would have a meeting by themselves. The boy who was the elder of the two, suggested that he, of course, would be the preacher, and the little girl submitted to be the audience. The service went on all right, first with prayer, hymn and reading of the Bible, and when he had given out his text, “The Lord is my Shepherd,” he could not find anything to say, so after a long pause, he said to his little sister,
“Is He yours?”
He could not think of anything further to say, so he repeated the text. Another pause occurred, and then again he asked the same question,
“Is He yours?”
The little girl rose from her seat, and went out of the room, and when the parents arrived home, they found the boy alone. Inquiring as to where she was, the young preacher told the story of how they had had a service, and when he was preaching she went out. Her mother found her little girl in her bedroom weeping. Asking the cause of her trouble, the little one replied, amid sobs, “We were having a service, and Donald asked me, “Is He yours?” and I couldn’t say “Yes,” so I came out. Then her face brightened, and her eyes sparkled, and she exclaimed, “But I can now, mother, I can say, ‘He is my Shepherd.’ He is mine.”
ML 10/15/1939