IT was winter. In one of our great northern towns there was a little boy, who in the midst of the blinding snow and sleet was trying to push his way onward to his home, which was in one of the poorest parts of that town.
He struggled on, hungry, tired and cold, though he was passing the brilliant lights of the various shops and places of amusement as they lit up the street for a moment, and then all was dark again.
As he was crossing the road, a frightened horse ran over him.
There was a shriek, and all was still.
“Someone is run over!” “Someone is run over!” was the cry.
The driver, with the help of some other men, stopped the horse, and whom should they drag from under the, wheels but this little boy! He had been so injured internally that he was at the point of death.
It was heart-rending to hear his little quiet voice murmur, “I’m going!” “I’m going”
One of the bystanders, for there was a crowd gathered round by this time, asked,
“What does he mean? Where is he going?”
The little boy heard him, and the last words which fell from his dying, but smiling lips, were those in answer to this man,
“I’m going to be with Jesus.”
Dear reader, are you prepared to meet death as this little boy was, who had but a minute’s warning to quit this world?
If you know the Lord Jesus Christ as your own Saviour, you will not fear death, if it should come to you, but you would be happy to go to Him.
But if you are not ready if death should come suddenly, as it did to our little boy, how terrible it would be to be lost forever!
Come to Him at once, take Him for your own blessed Saviour and Lord, and no matter what may happen, all will be well with you for time and eternity.
ML 11/06/1927