Little Dot was only seven years old when she learned the greatest lesson of life—her need of the Lord Jesus Christ as her Saviour.
She had read of the judgment to come; of the Great White Throne; the Judge who will sit upon it; the great multitudes of the lost ones who will stand before it to be judged, and she knew she was not fit to stand before a holy God.
Her little body shook with fear, for “Dot” saw her guilt and danger.
“My sins, my sins!” was the cry of the distressed child when asked what was the matter.
“Why do you cry about your sins?” asked a lady friend who had come in to see her mother.
“Because I am afraid of the judgment,” answered little “Dot,” surprised that such a question should be asked.
“I’m not afraid of the judgment,” said the lady. “I went through the judgment more than nineteen hundred years ago.”
“You didn’t, you didn’t!” cried the child indignantly, “you’re not old enough for that.”
In answer to this, the wonderful, glorious message of Gospel grace, of judgment borne by Another on the cross, was told to the sin-burdened little one.
“I believe,” said her friend, “that Jesus died for me, and I thank Him for it, and know that I am forgiven, because God says so.”
It was just “the old, old story,” and it had the old, old effect, for, with a heartfelt sigh of relief, the little one, bidding her friend good-night, went to her room, and there, kneeling by her bedside, alone with God, gave thanks that the Lord Jesus Christ has borne the punishment instead of her.
The storm was over, and God’s own calm had come, for, laying her weary little head upon the pillow, she soon was peacefully asleep, while angels beheld the joy of God over another new-born soul into His family.
ML 07/19/1931