It was a beautiful winter’s morning. My little friend Eva and her small dog accompanied me on my way to visit a friend in the country. The roads were hard and dry, and the frosty air brought the color to our cheeks.
We took our walk along a country road where the unmelted snow became cleaner and cleaner as we got away from the town. When Eva had run on a good way ahead of me, I stopped before a lovely bank of the purest white snow. It looked tempting, and soon I was busy writing my name in large letters. Very clearly it stood. out, and when Eva came back to see what I was doing, she exclaimed,
“How bright your name looks! I can see it from the middle of the road.”
But I have been along that way many times since, and I have never seen my name.
“Of course not,” you say, “the snow has melted and your name went with it.”
I have often seen children write their names in the sand, and very soon the waves have washed them all away.
Now let me ask you, where is your name written?
The Bible tells us that God is going to burn this whole world, so there is not much use in having our names written down here.
It is God who writes these names. He writes down in that book the name of any boy or girl who believes in His dear Son, the Lord Jesus.
God will make no mistake. He will not let some other person into heaven instead of you, nor will He allow you to enter because your name is the same as someone else. God tells us that the very hairs of our head are all numbered, so He surely knows all about us; and He knows if our heart has been washed in the precious blood of His dear Son.
ML 01/07/1951