Jimmie worked on a beautiful estate, the owner of which was a Christian, and one who honored the Lord with his substance. Every day he gathered together all the members of the household and read the Word of God to them, and at the time of this story all his family and servants, except Jimmie, had heeded the warning in God’s Word, and accepted Christ as their Saviour.
One day his master called the boy to him, and said he wanted to give him a present. Jimmie of course was quite delighted, and the man went on to say that he would give him his beautiful home and grounds,
Jimmie was speechless but his face showed the pleasure and surprise he felt, Then he was reminded that one day, perhaps very soon, the Lord Jesus would cane and, giving a shout, call all those who had taken Him, in simple faith as their Saviour, up to be with Himself forever.
“And,” said his master, “as everyone here will be gone, you may then have all that we leave behind.”
“Thank you very, very much, sir,” said the overjoyed Jimmie, and as he went back to his work he began to dream of the day when all these riches would be his own.
In the middle of the night the master was disturbed by a noise at his door. As he listened, wondering, there was a knock, and he called, “Who’s there?” “Please, sir, it’s me, it’s Jimmie,” said a frightened voice. “May I speak to you at once, sir?”
“Certainly, I’ll he right out, Jimmie,” he responded, guessing the reason he was wanted.
He led the boy to a nearby couch, and waited for him to speak.
“Oh, sir,” he burst out, “I don’t want it—I don’t want it.”
“But why, Jimmie, did you wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me so?” his master asked.
“Because, sir, I was afraid Jesus would come before morning and I’d be left behind—I’m not ready to go.”
Once again Jimmie was told of God’s love in sending His Son down into this world to die for sinners, and that if he would take his place as a lost, guilty sinner, and accept the Lord Jesus Christ—the One who died in his stead—as his own Saviour, he would be made white and clean, fit for the Lord’s presence.
Jimmie did so at once and, kneeling by his master’s side, he told the Lord what a sinner he had been, and sought forgiveness and pardon through the blood of Christ. He rose from his knees with a look of peace on his face. When asked, “What if Jesus should come bore morning?” he replied, “Oh, sir, I’d go with you all to be with Him who died for me!”
And how about you, dear reader? If your sins have not been washed away, do he warned by Jimmie’s story, and own them at once, accepting, Jesus as your own Saviour.
ML 01/01/1950