A PREACHER, greeting a congregation as they arrived for a service, asked a demure little girl,
"What is your name?"
"Mary Jones, sir," she said.
"Have you come to Jesus yet, Mary?" "No, sir, but I want to."
"We'll pray, Mary, that you may come to Jesus tonight."
So, in his opening prayer, he remembered
"A little girl among us who wants to find her way to Jesus tonight."
The wee, seeking Mary was in real earnest—her name was not mentioned—she did not want any uncertainty—so a lady sitting next to her, heard her whisper in a trembling voice,
"Please, that's me, Jesus."
"That's me," was her coming—it was the lifting of the latch in the door of her heart to let in the knocking, waiting Saviour.
Messages of God’s Love 12/25/1932