Not a religious book or a gospel tract dare Mrs. Wilson bring into the house. Her husband Dick had sworn if he ever found one of them within the door, he “would put them and her out together.” She was a dear Christian, and loved the Word of God, but she had to keep “the Book” hid from her godless husband.
Dick was very fond of Rose, his little girl, and often gave her pennies which she kept in her piggy bank. One day a colporteur came to the door and little Rose’s pennies were invested in a pretty picture book. Her mother took care to select one in which the gospel was clearly set forth.
When Dick came home from work, little Rose ran to him in great glee, crying, “Daddy, see my new book!” Without doing more than look at the cover, her father said, “It’s a beauty, Rose.”
Now God has His own ways of reaching sinners’ hearts, and this is how he reached Dick’s—by the simple stories of grace in Rose’s book. His hardened heart began to melt, for one evening he offered to accompany his wife and little girl to a gospel meeting held in a tent. There God met Dick, who broke down, confessing what a sinner he had been, and opened his heart to the Saviour. Dick was saved that night, and left the meeting a happy man. Needless to say, Mrs. Wilson’s heart was overflowing with joy too. Now theirs is a happy home.
ML-08/16/1964