THERE are many, many little boys and girls who read, or listen while mamma or papa read this gospel paper, each week. and I am sure often in their hearts there is a longing to know Jesus as their Saviour. It may be that some think they are too little to become a Christian, but my dear little ones, Jesus said while here on earth,
He never tells little children to wait until they are big to be saved, but He does tell big people that they must come “as a little child,” if they would receive His salvation (Mark 10:1515Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. (Mark 10:15)).
I will tell you about a little girl, who was troubled about her sins. She carried a very sad face, although only seven years old. She did so want to know how her sins could be all taken away.
Do you think she was told to be a very good girl? No, indeed, for she knew how very naughty she had been, and if she could be good all the rest of her life, that could not take away one of the sins she had committed in the past, for, of course, God cannot have any sin in heaven, so she must be shut out of that happy home above, unless she could get all the sins taken right away. Then she was told that Jesus came into the world for the purpose of saving sinners, and that little children and grown-up people were all alike sinners (1 Tim. 1:1515This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief. (1 Timothy 1:15); Rom. 3:2323For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; (Romans 3:23)).
She was entreated just to trust Jesus at once, as there never would be as good and easy a time in her life to become a Christian. That night the little girl trusted Jesus, and knew through His precious blood, her sins were washed away for ever and ever.
One day her mother said to her,
“Run away, dear, and wash your hands clean,” when the child replied, as she ran off to do what she was bidden,
“Mother, my heart is cleaner than my hands, because it has been washed in the blood of Jesus.”
Can the dear children who read this true story, say, like our little friend,
“I have been washed in the blood of Jesus”?
Jesus, blessed Saviour, Thou hast died for me;
Make me very thankful in my heart to Thee,
When the sad, sad story of Thy grief I read,
I know this was for my sins, indeed.
ML 09/04/1927