Great white snowflakes had been falling all day long. The roads and fields were covered with snow. Our annual Sunday school treat was to be held in the schoolroom, two miles from our house, and I had been eagerly looking forward to that event. A stranger from a distance was coming to speak to the children, and he was to stay at our house overnight. The storm passed away, and to my great delight I started off across the sparing snow with the moon shining brightly overhead.
We had a good time. Lots of sandwiches, buns, and cakes and drinks first; then prizes and gifts, and last of all, a short interesting gospel address from the stranger who had come from the city.
After the meeting, I was introduced to the stranger, who was to stay at our house, and I was to be his guide down the road and across the fields to our home. I felt very proud, I assure you. As we walked along over the crisp, sparkling snow, with the full moon shining down in all her splendor, we chatted together quite freely. After a while the stranger suggested that we should sing his favorite hymn, the chorus of which goes like this:
Though your sins be red, as by crimson dyed
And deep as the scarlet’s glow,
Yet by trusting in Jesus the crucified,
They shall be white as snow.
“Are you white as snow, Jack,” my friend asked? I did not know what to answer. Although I knew the way to be saved, I could not say that I was saved. The word went like an arrow to my heart, and I never had a moment’s rest until I too trusted the precious blood of Jesus, and by it was made white as snow.
ML 01/10/1965