A POOR collier boy about twelve years of age said in a meeting. “I want to be good, to belong to the Saviour, but I can’t believe He loves such as me.” His had been a hard life, how could I convince him of God’s love?
“Is there any one you ever knew would die for you?” I asked. “I believe my mother would.” “Then see what Christ has done. He died for you, and you were His enemy.”
“Oh, if He did that for me, I can love Him back and trust Him all my life.” And so he did—will not you too?
ML 12/07/1902