On Lord’s day afternoons I was in the habit of taking a walk through the country with my little boy. I would take along some religious tracts and books, with the intention of distributing them to the throng of people we met. Johnnie took great pleasure in running after the passersby to offer a tract which was seldom refused.
One evening on entering my home, after disposing of quite a number of pamphlets, my child looked into my face with a serious expression and said,
“Papa, I would like to write a tract myself, then I would know what am giving away, for I don’t know what is in yours.”
I answered that I was perfectly willing for him to do this; thinking what a lesson we can sometimes learn from a little child.
After supper, Johnnie asked permission to be alone so he could write what was on His mind. An hour afterward he returned with his tract so we could read it. As he did not know how to write much, he traced the following words in capital letters, “GOD IS LOVE!
GOD LOVES YOU!
DO YOU LOVE HIM?
I LOVE HIM.
JOHNNIE”
His mother and I both approved of this. He occupied himself during several days following, making copies of his tract, and then with great pleasure gave them around to those he happened to meet.
ML 06/01/1941