WENDY was a little Christian girl. One day she surprised her parents by asking if she might have two New Testaments. They wanted to know why it must be two, and the child replied that one was for herself and the other to send to the poor in India.
They gave her the two small volumes, and in one of them she wrote: “A little girl who loves the Lord Jesus wishes with all her heart that whoever reads this should also love and believe on Him too.”
The New Testament went to India and found its way to a mission station. It was given to a poor Hindu lady. She could read, but could not write; and as she longed to be able to write, her attention was drawn to the words on the fly leaf. The large characters of the child’s handwriting attracted her so much that she tried again and again to copy them. Gradually the sense of the words made an impression upon her, and then the question rose in her mind, “May not these words have been written just for me?”
She wanted again to earnestly read the New Testament; gradually her eyes were opened and she learned to know and love the Lord Jesus as her Saviour.
Years passed. Wendy had grown up and she thought no more of the New Testament. But her love for the Lord had grown with her, and it was her deepest desire to serve Him in some far-off land. The time came when she left her home behind and went to India to a rather out-of-the-way mission station.
One day she entered the house of a Hindu Christian lady. As they chatted together, the Hindu lady showed her visitor a book, a New Testament, and told her how that she, a poor Hindu idol worshiper, had through it been brought to know the Lord Jesus as her Saviour. You can imagine Wendy’s joyful surprise when she recognized in that little book the same New Testament on whose fly-leaf she had many years ago as a little girl written those words which God had used to show the poor Hindu lady the way of salvation. Together they knelt down and praised God for His wonderful ways, and thanked Him who had drawn them both to Himself.
Lord, ’twas Thy power unseen that drew
The stray one to that place,
In solitude to learn from Thee
The secrets of Thy grace.
ML-11/12/1972