I just turned the corner, and nearly bumped into a group of happy, noisy boys playing marbles. It brought a smile, for I suddenly remembered my ovvn boyhood days, and the marble games we played at Hopewell School. Suddenly a voice called out from a house nearby, “Charlie, Charlie!”
Nothing happened. Apparently Charlie was too busy to answer, or else he didn’t hear. I’m afraid he didn’t want to hear.
Again the voice called, “Charlie, Charlie!”
This time a little fellow raised his head and shouted, “What do you want?”
“I want you.”
That was all, but it made me think. It made me think of the times my mother had said the very same words to me. At that time I didn’t think it was a very good reason to stop playing, and Charlie seemed to feel that way about it too.
Do you know, it made me think of Jesus calling me. He called me because He loved me and wanted me, and I am so glad I came to Him. He washed away all my sins and gave me everlasting life. And now He wants me near Him every day, for He wants to see me happy all the time.
ML 03/11/1956