I WAS sitting on the beach one sunny morning, enjoying the sight of the loved sea, when a dear little girl came up to me. I spoke to her, but she did not reply. I then took up a stone, and threw it into the sea, as I knew that little ones like to see the splash. She at once took up another, and another, keeping me employed. I spoke to her again; but the only answer I got was a bright smile, showing me that she was quite happy, and that she did not wish to run away. After a time the nurse came up, wondering what had become of her little charge. She told me that little Madge was four years old, and deaf and dumb. How sad it made me feel to think those little ears would never hear that precious name JESUS, and that little tongue never sing His praise! But I trust little Madge will hear the Saviour’s voice deep down in her heart, and learn His love in dying on the cross for her; then, although her lips cannot utter His praise, she will sing in her heart to the Lord, and in the glory join in that sweet song of Revelation 1:5, “Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood . . . be glory and dominion forever.” Dear children, you must learn this song on earth, or you will never sing it in heaven.
ML 01/21/1906