“You know you are going away, my darling,” said a mother to her little boy— “going away from us all. I wish I were going with you, but I think you are not alone, though your mother cannot be with you. What does your heart rest upon? Tell me, my child.”
The boy looked up into his mother’s face and repeated, “Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and today, and forever.”
“Does he understand it?” thought the mother. “Can a child of seven years old grasp the meaning of such wonderful words? Perhaps he has learned the text at the Sunday schools and the words are just words to him.” So she whispered, taking the little wasted hand in hers, and laying her head on the pillow beside her sick boy, “Tell mother, my pet, what makes you rest your heart on these words?”
“Oh,” he said, “its only just like this: ‘Jesus Christ yesterday’ is then, when He died for me; ‘Jesus Christ today’ is now, when He is in heaven praying for me; and ‘forever’—well, forever belongs to Him, and He takes care of it.”
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