MAURICE, when are you to get your new suit?” asked Mrs. Robertson of her son.
“This evening, mother; I called at the tailor’s today, and he said it was quite finished.”
“And you believed him?”
“Of course I did; he wouldn’t have said so if it wasn’t true, and he never told us a lie,” said the boy in surprise. Mrs. Robertson turned to a woman who sat working in the room.
“Ah!” she said, “see how this child trusts in the word of a man, and you refuse to believe the dying Saviour when He says the work of salvation is finished.
“This is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in His Son.”
Now see if we can learn a further lesson from this child’s simple belief in man, “Come here, Maurice, tell the tailor to scud home your clothes at once that I may pat some patches upon them.” The boy looked still more surprised.
“Why should you do that, mother?” he exclaimed., “You would only spoil them, they are finished, you know.”
“Even so, we cannot add any fancied merit to God’s work,” replied Mrs. Robertson.
“It is finished; yes, indeed!
Finished every jot.
Sinner, this is all you need,
Tell me, is it not?”
ML 09/19/1937