ONE pleasant afternoon a lady was sitting with her little son, a light-haired boy, five years of age. The mother was sick, and the child had left his play to stay with her, and was amusing himself in printing his name with a pencil on paper.
Suddenly his busy fingers stopped. He had made a mistake, and, wetting his finger, he tried again and again to rub out the mark, as he had been accustomed to do on his slate.
“My son,” said his mother, “do you know that God writes down all you do in a book? He writes every naughty word, every disobedient act, every time you indulge in temper, and shake your shoulders, or pout your lips; and, my boy, YOU can never rub it out.”
The little boy’s face grew very red, and in a moment tears ran down his cheeks. His mother looked earnestly on him, but she said nothing more. At length he came softly to her side, threw his arms round her neck, and whispered, “Can the blood of Jesus rub it out?”
Dear children, Christ’s blood can rub out the record of your sins, for it is written in God’s holy Word, “The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin.”