At the close of a gospel meeting I stayed to speak to some little girls who had waited to talk with me. There were six in all, and I sat down beside them and inquired if they knew Jesus as their Saviour. I looked into their faces for a reply, but all remained silent except one. To all outward appearance she was worse off than any of the rest, but the glad expression in her eyes told me almost before she spoke, that she had a treasure unseen by mortal eye.
“I know Him,” she said; “Jesus is mine.”
“Jesus is mine!”—it seemed as if the words had never sounded so sweet before. I had some conversation with her, and she told me all about it. She had been lead to realize herself as a sinner and to accept the Lord Jesus as her Saviour. so she could say:
“I am His, He is mine,
Forever and forever.”
I still seem to hear the echo of the answer of that little one safe in the arms of Jesus. Her knowledge of the Bible must have been very little, but what she did know was an eternity in itself. May each reader examine himself or herself as to whether they can truly say, “Jesus is mine.” If not, dear reader, you can know it now.
ML-12/25/1977