WHEN between three and four years of age, little Georgie was taken one Sunday evening to hear the Word of God preached. The speaker often repeated these words, “It is Jesus and His blood; that is for you, and that is for me”; and they made a great impression upon the little boy.
The next day an Irishwoman, who was working at his mother’s house, passed the window to fetch in some coal. Georgie called after her that he had something to tell her.
“Ho! my chicken, what is it?” she said.
“I heard Mr. M. preach about God,” said the little boy, “and he told us, It’s Jesus and His blood; that’s for you, and that’s for me.’”
And so earnest was Georgie, that he struck his fist right out through the window and broke the glass.
When his mother said to him, “What have you done, Georgie?” he replied, “Ah, never mind about the window, mother. ‘It is Jesus and His blood; that’s for you, and that’s for me.’”
The poor Irishwoman was much interested in the child’s eagerness for her to believe what God says about Jesus and His blood, and she told us that, though she had often heard the same things from Georgie’s mother, yet she had never felt them before. Unknown to the priest, she carne and heard the gospel of God’s love preached, and with good reason we believe that she was brought to trust in Christ through Georgie’s simple testimony.” Out of the mouths of babes and suckling’s Thou hast perfected praise.” C. H.