“My mother is converted, and sometimes my husband and I would go down to have supper with her. But neither of us liked these visits, because sometimes she used to speak to us about our souls. We said we wouldn’t be preached to by her.
“Well, one Sunday we were so angry at her for speaking to us in this way, telling us that we were sinners, and needed Jesus to save us, that we said we would never go near her again. The next Sunday we went to my husband’s mother’s place.
“But my little boy, Johnny, just five years old, was very fond of my mother, so I let him go to see her. When he came home he said to me, ‘Grandma says you are to tell me about Jesus.’
“Now, I couldn’t do that; I just didn’t know anything about Jesus myself; I could not tell my little boy; so I went upstairs, and I felt very uncomfortable. I thought to myself, ‘Oh, what a mother I must be, not able to tell my own child about Jesus'!
“After a little while I came down, and Johnny said to me again, ‘Mother, tell me of Jesus.’
“I said, ‘I can’t tell you of Jesus, for I don’t know anything of Him, my dear. We must ask Grandma.’
“Well, I put him to bed; but I was so unhappy, so miserable; I could not get my little boy’s words out of my head. To think that my little boy, only five years old, should ask me to tell him of Jesus, and I couldn’t tell him a word! I couldn’t sleep all night; and the next day, when Mother came, I told her how wretched I was. So she said I’d better come to the gospel meeting on Tuesday night. So I came to the hall, and there it was I was converted. It was on the third of December—on Tuesday. I saw Jesus had died for me, and that I was saved through His blood. I found peace through believing. Now I am so hay, and I can now tell my children about Jesus and His love. But I must tell you that I was first convinced of sin through my little boy, just five years old.”
ML-02/20/1966