ABOUT 1500 years ago there lived a little boy named Succat. He had a loving and holy mother, who tried to teach him about God. But Succat liked to play better than to hear about such things. One day Succat was out with his two sisters, amusing themselves on the sea shore. Presently, some men leaped on land, laid hold of the children, and carried them off to their ship. Away they went to another country. There Succat was sold to be a slave. I do not know what became of his sisters. How sorry he must have felt to be so far from his happy home. But there was something else, too, which made him very sad. That was his sin. He thought how much he had sinned, and it made him very unhappy. But soon he saw the great love of God, and that made him joyful. God gave him His Holy Spirit, by Whom he was led to Jesus, and then he loved to pray. Sometimes he would pray and thank God a hundred times a day. At night in the woods and on the mountains he would seek the Lord. Rain, snow and frost could not keep him from it. Little reader, do you love to pray? Time passed on and Succat got back to his home. But he could not rest. He must go back and preach to the poor people he had left. At night he would fancy he heard a voice saying “Come, holy child, and walk once more among us.” He went back. Crowds of people came to hear him. He had no bell to let them know where to come, so a drum was beat to call them together. God blessed what he said, to the good of many. And now we must say good-bye to Succat. I will only ask you again, “Dear children, do you love to pray?”
ML 10/29/1916