Willie was on his way home from work, happily whistling a familiar hymn.
“Hello, Willie, come on in and join us.” Willie stopped and turned. Two young lads of his own age were beckoning him to come into a place where he knew His Saviour’s name was only heard in blasphemy.
“No, Jake, I’m not going in there.”
“Come on. Be a man. There’s no harm in it.”
“It’s no use, Jake. I’ve got orders not to go, and I will not disobey my orders.”
By this time, several other faces were in the doorway.
“Orders?” shouted the boys. “What orders have you got? Let’s hear them.”
Bravely, Willie pulled his Bible from his pocket and read,
“These are God’s orders, lads, and I mean to obey them,” said Willie with a smile.
I’m sure there are many Christian boys and girls who read this paper, and I hope you think as much of God’s orders as noble Willie.
ML 12/20/1953