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Roger was ten years old. Like many boys his age, instead of listening carefully to his Sunday school teacher, Roger would often let his mind wander and think about other things. He didn’t pay attention to the story of the Lord Jesus who came to die for sinners.
Every week, Roger received a Sunday school paper. Roger didn’t know what the papers said, because he didn’t read them, and nobody read them to him. But he did notice that in the upper right hand corner on the front of each paper there was printed a price—10¢.
Roger’s family did not have much money, and as he thought about the 10¢ price printed on the papers, the idea came into his mind that maybe he could sell the leftover Sunday school papers as a way to earn a little money. So, one day he took the leftover papers into the neighborhood to sell them.
At the first house Roger came to, a lady answered the doorbell. Roger asked her if she would like to buy a Sunday school paper. Instead of answering yes or no, she invited him into the house and asked him if he would like a glass of chocolate milk.
Now Roger had never tasted chocolate milk. In fact, he had never even heard of chocolate milk; but it sounded good and he eagerly answered that yes, he would like some chocolate milk. As he entered the house and looked around, he couldn’t help but see that it was a very nice house with nice things in it. He noticed that it even had running water.
After the lady had served Roger a glass of chocolate milk and a ham sandwich, she asked him if he knew the Lord Jesus Christ as his Saviour—the very person that his Sunday school papers talked about. Roger said no, that he didn’t know the Lord Jesus as his Saviour. The lady asked Roger if he wanted to receive Him and to know that his sins would be gone, and that he would go to heaven. Roger said, “Yes.” Then, at the lady’s invitation, they knelt next to the couch, where Roger prayed and told the Lord Jesus that he wanted Him to be his Saviour and wash his sins away.
When Roger left the lady’s house, his heart was so filled with happiness and peace that he forgot all about selling the Sunday school papers. Instead, it became his joy to tell his friends about the Saviour who died for them that they might have the gift of salvation, “without money and without price.” Isaiah 55:1. “The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Romans 6:23
Thirty years later, Roger travelled about 2000 miles back to the area where he grew up. He wanted to find the lady who had led him to the Lord Jesus. When he arrived in the city where he had lived as a boy, he found a phone book and he searched for her name—Everheart. He remembered her name because she “ever had a heart” to tell the story of Jesus.
The city had grown into a large city, and there were many people with that same last name listed in the phone book. So, Roger decided to go down the list and to call each phone number with the name “Everheart,” hoping to find the lady who had given him the chocolate milk and who had told him about the Lord Jesus.
The first phone call Roger made was answered by an older lady. Roger asked the lady if she knew of a little boy who had come to her house to sell Sunday school papers many years ago.
The lady answered, “Roger, I’ve been praying for you for thirty years. Please come and see me!”
Roger was glad to be able to visit the lady again who had treated him so kindly and had told him about his need for forgiveness of his sins through the shed blood of the Lord Jesus. “The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin.” 1 John 1:7.
Before Roger left, Mrs. Everheart once again asked him, “Would you like a glass of chocolate milk?” Of course, Roger said, “Yes.”
The gift of chocolate milk is happy history; and God still offers the same gift of salvation that Mrs. Everheart presented to Roger: “By grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast.” Ephesians 2:8-9. Roger accepted that gift of salvation.
Have you? Will you?