"HOW can I know that Jesus died for me?" exclaimed Minnie E. I looked upon the wasted form of the little sufferer so worn with disease. For, for many long months this little one had been laid aside, and now she was awakened to the fact that she was a sinner.
"Know, dear," I said, “for whom did He die?"
“He died for sinners," she replied.
“Are you a sinner?” I asked.
“Yes, I know I am a sinner," she said.
Seeing just then that Minnie was much exhausted, I committed her to the Lord and left.
The same night I was called to go and see her again. “She is so miserable," said her brother, who came for me, “and wishes to see you."
On entering the room she looked up eagerly, saying, "I am so miserable, I want to be saved. I may die tonight," she cried.
Looking to Him for a word, who alone can speak peace to the troubled soul, I read over and over again " God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." (John 3:1616For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. (John 3:16).)
Twelve o'clock chimed, and just then the little face beamed with joy. “Then I have nothing to do, only to trust the Blood."
After thanking God for His unspeakable gift, I left her rejoicing in Jesus.
She was visited by others, and delighted to hear about Jesus and to speak of His love. I noticed from time to time, she was sinking under her complaint, which was a most painful one, but she was so happy in the Lord.
The last reading we had together was from Eph. 1, and, as I left, she spoke of the coming of Jesus, who will “change this vile body and fashion it like unto His glorious body." (Phil. 3:2121Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself. (Philippians 3:21).) That night was to be our last meeting on earth.
Shortly after I had gone, she said, "Mother, give me my Bible," but when it was given her she tried in vain to read a portion of the Word she loved; the film of death had stolen over her eyes and she was unable to see.
“I cannot see, mother; you read to me," she said. The poor mother's eyes were blinded with tears, her darling about to leave her, and she could not read.
“Never mind, mother, Jesus knows," the dear child muttered.
Slowly the old year was passing away, and as the new year entered, dear Minnie left this earth to be forever with the Lord.
Ah, truly that was a bright new year for her. And now, dear little friend, as you read this true incident, let me lovingly ask, Do you know Jesus as your own Savior? Not only as a Savior, or the Savior, but your Savior, so that you can say Jesus is my Savior? It would be such joy to you to live this year 1892 with this for your motto—Christ for me.
J. F. H.