"My Motor"

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A CHRISTIAN lady was visiting an elderly woman one day. She had been there often before and was a welcome visitor. Presently a little boy of three ran into the room. The lady knew him well, as she knew the rest of the family, but she had never learned his name. To her he was “little sweetheart.”
He welcomed her joyfully, and climbed up on her knee, nestling close to her as he loved to do. During a pause in the conversation with Granny she asked the child, “Little Sweetheart, who loves you?
“Mummy.”
“And who else?”
“Daddy.”
“And who else?”
“Granny and Lily.”
“And do you know that the Lord Jesus loves you?”
“Who’s He? Where does He live?”
“He lives up above the bright blue sky, and He loves Little Sweetheart, loves him very much, and takes care of him day by day.” And thinking of Granny sitting and listening as well as the little boy on her knee, the lady told the gospel story.
She told of the One who so loved that He gave Himself — so loved Little Sweetheart, and all those other ones, that He left the glory and His own Father, and came down to the earth to live a poor Man, and die the death of the cross for sinners.
The little boy listened to it all, and then suddenly he sat straight up, his little chin thrust out, his eyes ablaze with determination.
“I’ll give Him my motor!” he declared. “I’ll give Him my bicycle!”
Tears filled the lady’s eyes as she heard the little one’s words. It was apparently the first time the child had heard that story and it had grieved his heart. His most dearly loved possessions were not too great to give to One who loved him like that.
And you and I, who have heard this story so often — have we given anything? Have you given yourself to Him who loves you so dearly? He loves you as He loves Little Sweetheart. He came to this earth, leaving the glory and His Father, and suffered, bled and died that your sins might be washed away. And He wants you to accept His gift, the everlasting life He died to procure.
“Today if ye will hear His voice, harden not your heart.” Ps. 95:7, 8.
ML-10/14/1962