The was a bright, happy wee lassie and for nearly two years, attended very regularly a school kept by a lady in the city of Constantine, Algeria. Her parents took no interest in teaching their little girl their own religion, nor did they hinder her from being told the sweet story of Jesus and His love. Camine was a very quick learner, and in addition to being able to read well, she learned a daily text, which she repeated to her teacher every day. She was also very fond of the hymns, many of which she could sing well. Her favorites were— “The great Physician now is near.”
“I have a Father in the promised land.”
Camine really believed that God was her Father, because she had trusted in Jesus as her Saviour, and had been saved,—was a child of God—as all who truly believe in Jesus are.
Camine was quite bright and happy then, but a short time after, she took diphtheria, and died. One day, in the hot month of June, a terrific thundetorm passed over the town, and when it had passed, the sound of loud wailing was heard coming from the house where Camine’s parents lived. It was the wail for the dead. But while her teacher was sad at losing her happy little scholar, she did not wail as one who had no hope of seeing her again, for she knew that she had gone to her “Father in the promised land,” and that one day she would meet her in the happy home above, where all God’s saved ones from every clime and country, gather—all washed from their sins in the blood of the Lamb. No doubt, little Camine will be there. Will you? If not, where?
ML 06/10/1945