A little Hindoo boy, plang before his father’s bungalow, was stolen and taken to Calcutta, where he was sold as a slave. A Mohammedan lady bought him, and had him taught the Mohammedan faith. When he was about sixteen years of age, he became very unhappy, and his mistress, who was fond of him, sent for a Mohannedan priest to comfort him. This man taught him to say a long string of prayer in Arabic, which he was to repeat five times daily with his face turned towards Mecca, the birth-place of Mahomet. But this did him no good, although he persevered in it. Then the thought struck him, that perhaps all his trouble had come from leaving the religion of his fathers, who were Brahmins. He set off at once in search of a Brahmin priest, who for a considerable sum of money, gave him instructions to make an offering of flowers and fruits, every morning and evening, to one of their goddesses, and once a week, the sacrifice of a kid. This went on for many weeks; but no peace, no rest came to the young Brahmin’s heart. He became ill through his soul-anxiety, and seemed to be dying on his feet. Poor young man! Yet how many are like him, with no one to tell them of Jesus, the One mighty to save.
A beggar came about the house one day, and happened, in the course of telling his story, to mention the name of a young Christian missionary who lived only a short distance away. The Brahmin’s interest was aroused, and he asked if he could see him and hear his teaching. He gave the beggar a small sum of money, and asked to be guided to this Christian teacher.
In the cool of the day, they set off together, and arrived at the bungalow of the missionary, just as he and his family were preparing to retire for the night. The young Brahmin told his story, and the servant of Christ longly and faithfully pointed him to Jesus, the Saviour of sinners. It took some time to show this dear youth his full need as a sinner, and the simplity and freeness of God’s salvation.
He knew nothing of the God of love, or of Jesus, the Saviour of sinners, so he had to be taught the way of salvation line upon line. This needed patience; but the earnest missionary’s patient, faithful efforts were amply rewarded, by seeing the young Brahmin converted and boldly confessing Christ.
Now, as a native teacher in a mission school in his own country, he delights to tell to others of the mighty Saviour whose blood can cleanse, and whose power can deliver from the penalty and dominion of sin.
Reader, do you know Jesus as your personal Saviour?
ML 12/17/1944