ONE Sunday afternoon Annie came home from Sunday-school and found her little sister Polly, three years of age, sitting on the floor talking to her doll.
“Polly, dear”, said Annie, “would you like me to tell you what I have heard in Sunday-school from my teacher? It is so pretty!”
“Yes, I would,” answered the child, getting up and standing in front of her sister, and looking into her face.
“Well, Polly, it is all about Jesus. I told you the other day who He was; now let’s see if you remember. Who is He?”
“The Son of God,” said little Polly.
“And where do you think He is, dear?”
“Up in the sky,” said the little child, her finger following the words and pointing to the blue heavens.
“Ah! but, Polly, darling, listen teacher says that Jesus is everywhere, and that He is alive, and in this room. He can see you and me, and father when he is out at work, and when we do or say anything that’s naughty, Jesus always sees it. But if we are sorry, when we have been naughty, and we tell Him all about what we have done, He will forgive us, like mother does when she gives us a kiss, and says to us, ‘Now don’t do so any more.’ And teacher says when we are sick in bed, Jesus looks at us, pities us, and makes us well again, if we ask Him. He can give us bread to eat when we are poor and hungry.
Many years ago, when He lived on this earth, He gave a lot of people bread and fishes to eat when they did not know where to go and buy food, as there were no stores there—it was in a large field in the country. Wasn’t it kind, Polly?”
Polly was puzzled, and looking into her sister’s face, said,
“You say Jesus is here in this room—but where? —I can’t see Him,” and she glanced with wonder all around the room.
“No, dear,” said her sister, “you can’t see Him, but He can see you.”
“Is He very kind, and does Jesus love me, too?” inquired Polly.
“O! yes, dear,” said Annie; “He does love you, and He wants us all to love Him —father, mother and all.”
Polly looked up to the ceiling and round the room, opened her little arms, and cried,
“Jesus is nice, lock Him in, lock Him in, don’t let Him go out any more.”
Jesus is knocking at the door of your heart. Will you let Him come in?
ML 04/03/1927