Little Jamie was lame, and walked on a crutch. He was a delicate little fellow, and the doctor said he would never be strong. He attended our Sunday school, and learned how God saves sinners, and he not only heard, but believed the good news, and was saved.
On the way home one stormy evening, he took a chill, and was very ill. When the doctor called, he found Jamie suffering from inflammation of the lungs. For many days his life was despaired of, and Jamie himself thought he was to be taken home.
“It’s all right, doctor, it will either be health or heaven,” said Jamie, as the doctor stood by his bedside one night. “If I get better, I shall be safe, though still away from my Home. If Jesus calls me away, I shall be at Home with Him in heaven.”
The doctor was astonished to hear such words. He had never heard anybody say they were so sure of being in heaven. But Jamie was quite certain he would go there, because he had God’s Word for it.
Jamie recovered, and still lives, following and serving the Lord. The boys and girls often gather around him on the street, asking if he has any “little books” to give them, and he generally carries a supply.
Do you know Jamie’s Saviour, reader, as yours? Can you say as he could,
“He has fitted up my mansion,
Which eternally shall stand: My abode will not be transient
In that holy, happy land.”
ML 03/01/1931