I WAS out in the garden one day, said a lad, when a bee came buzzing all around me, and being afraid it would sting me, I called out, Mother! oh, mother! She quickly came to my help and led me indoors; but the bee came in too, and there it was buzzing about us; so mother took up her apron and covered my head with it, that the bee could not get near me.
Well, while I was covered with mother's apron the bee settled on her arm and stung her, but it left its sting behind, and mother shewed it me still in her arm then; she said that that bee could never sting any one else, because it had for ever lost its sting.
And in like way she afterwards explained that Jesus had borne the sting of death for me; that He had destroyed the power of Satan our enemy, and that if I believe that He had really done this for me, my sins would be forgiven, and I might have the assurance that God had accepted me in His own dear Son.
This was the little boy's story, and the gentleman to whom he was speaking could only say, God bless you, my boy, as he bade him good-bye.