I SHALL ever remember the sunny month of July as the time of my conversion. I was living at my oldest brother’s farm, and his daughter Mary, my niece, was singing:
There is a happy land, far far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
Praises to the Saviour, King,
Loud let His praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.
I joined in the hymn which I had known since I was a little girl.
“Are you saved, Auntie Has,” asked my little niece, and the question troubled me. George, my brother, had been converted since he went to that farm, and gospel meetings were held there. I went on Sunday and heard a Christian farmer preach. It was very different from what I had been accustomed to hear. Mary’s question deepened my anxiety, and I told my brother what was troubling me.
“Thank God, Bess, you’ve found out your need of Christ,” he said, and then lovingly he pointed me to the Saviour. I saw Him hanging upon that awful cross for me, and I believed that He died for my sins there. Peace and joy flooded into my heart, and I knew I was saved. Now I can say, Jesus is mine.
“Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth My word, and believeth on Him that sent Me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life.” John 5:2424Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth my word, and believeth on him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life. (John 5:24).
ML-09/20/1964