"Yes, I Do"

 •  2 min. read  •  grade level: 10
 
A BOY STOOD at a busy street corner looking idly about him. A Christian approached him and said to him in a very earnest tone: “I have noticed you listening at the open-air meetings, my boy, and I want to ask you a question: Are you a Christian?”
The boy who had been reared in a Christian home and had heard the gospel many times, did not wish to say, No! and yet was conscious that he had never yielded to the claims of the Lord Jesus Christ. In fact, he was a helpless sinner, and utterly unfit for God’s presence.
He replied, “I hope so,” but noting that this did not satisfy his questioner, and feeling at the same time that it was not a straightforward answer, he endeavored to correct himself before the stranger would ask any more questions; so he said, “I think so.”
“Now look here,” said the other, “do you definitely accept the Lord Jesus Christ as your own personal Saviour?”
Bad though he knew himself to be, the boy had no desire to reject Christ. And, like a flash, and quite unknown to the fisher of men, he rested his all in simple faith on Him who “was wounded for our transgressions,” and replied, “Yes, I do!”
“I’m very glad to hear it, my boy,” said his friend, heartily shaking his hand, and, passing on his way, the boy saw him no more. Perhaps that faithful servant of Christ believed he had helped a young boy to make a definite confession of Christ, but little did he know that he had been used of God in the definite salvation of one who would himself, in God’s own time, win many souls for Christ, This story is not an imaginary one. That boy who was won for Christ that day was the writer himself. How I should like to meet that honest working-man again! How much I could tell him that would cheer his heart and send him on his way rejoicing more than ever determined to press on in the blessed work of soul-winning. Though I have never seen him since that memorable night, and though separated in the meanwhile nevertheless, we are both journeying Home, to be with Christ forever What a grand time we shall hay( when we meet up yonder.
ML-06/28/1970