PEDRO was a little Indian boy, I just eight years old, who lived in Mexico. His father was poor but he feared the Lord and loved His name. One day in the village where they lived, a procession was going down the street.
“Kneel down, child,” a man shouted to Pedro. “Kneel down, I tell you. Don’t you see that God is passing by?”
“No,” replied Pedro, “that is not God. God is not made of wood; He is a Spirit, and He tells us that we must worship Him in spirit and in truth.”
After the procession passed by, the same man came to Pedro and said, “Who taught you such things?”
“God’s Word, the Bible,” said Pedro.
“Well, I would like to read that,” said the man.
“I will give you a book,” said Pedro. “Come here next week and I will bring it with me.”
Next week Pedro took with him some gospels that a missionary had left at his father’s house some time before. Several men were waiting for him, and each of them took a gospel. They had a long talk with the little boy. The result was that they came regularly from that time on to meetings that were held at his father’s house.
This is the last glimpse we have of little Pedro, and it is a happy picture. We are sure we shall see him and his father in heaven, and perhaps some of those dear men who came to hear about the true God. Will you be there, dear reader?
ML-05/05/1974