In a little town, a children’s meeting was being held. The room was full and the children listened attentively as the preacher told them of Jesus and His love.
“I wonder,” he said, at the close of the address, “how many children in this room will trust Jesus, and believe in Him as their Saviour?”
Many little hands were lifted in answer to his appeal, and after a few more words the children left the hall to go to their homes.
Among them were little Frances, aged five, and her brother Herbert, nine years old.
“Mother,” said the little girl, as they went into the house, “Mr. P. asked us tonight how many of us would believe in Jesus, so I held up my hand.”
“Did you, dear?” said her mother; “and what about you, Herbert, did you hold up your hand, too?”
“No mother.”
“And how was that, my boy?”
“Why, mother, I thought he meant who would trust Him for the first time tonight, and I trusted Him years ago,” was the child’s reply.
Little Frances was not able to write; but she very much wanted to send a letter to the preacher after he had gone home. Her mother asked what she would like to say to him.
“Tell him I am still believing in Jesus.”
Perhaps some of you who read this are older than these little ones. Can you say, “I trusted Jesus years ago?” Are your “still believing?”
“O,” you say, “I should like to be a Christian, but I am afraid I shouldn’t be able to keep on.”
It is not you who have to keep hold of Jesus, but Jesus who will keep hold of you. The Lord said to His Father in the 17th of John,
“Those that Thou gavest Me, I have kept.”
If the Father gives you to Jesus, you are safe for eternity. He who loved you, and died for you, will never let you go.
“O, who’s like Jesus,
Who died on the tree!
He died for you, He died for me,
He died to set poor sinners free.
O, who’s like Jesus,
Who died on the tree!”
ML 12/27/1942