When I was at the railway station in London I saw a group of boys gathered around another boy who had patches all over his clothes. His mother was poor to but had tried her best to make him as neat as she could.
The boy belonged to a Sunday School in London, and the group around him were his schoolmates, who had come to say goodbye. They shook hands, and their Sunday School teacher did the same, and wished the boy well. After that the minister came and prayed that he would be blessed. When they had all said goodbye, the boys mother came up and put her arm around her son and she began to weep.
"Don't cry, Mother," said the boy, "I'll soon be in America, and I'll save money, and send for you. Don't cry." He stepped into the carriage, the steam was turned on, and the train was in motion when he put his head out of the window and cried: "Goodbye, Mother;" and the mother's prayer went out: "God bless my boy."
Don't you think that when he arrived in America and sent the first letter to England that his mother would run quickly to the door when the postman came. How quickly she would take that letter and break the seal. She wants to hear good news. We all have a message of good news, better news than was ever received from America. It is good news from a loving Savior—glad tidings of great joy.