A faint knock at my bedroom door late Saturday morning did not surprise me; I was in bed much too late for a Saturday morning! I had had the flu the week before and just didn’t feel well yet. I answered that knock: “Come in.”
It was my middle daughter, seven years young, with a very serious look on her face. “Hi, Honey,” I said. “What is the matter?”
“Dad,” she said with both hands on her hips, “how old do you have to be before you can get saved?”
Smiling, I said, “What do you mean - saved?”
She said, “You know, believing in Jesus, saved from you-know-where . . . ?”
I said, “There is a song in the hymnbook that has the answer:
A little child of seven,
Or even three or four,
May enter into heaven
Through Christ the open Door;
For when the heart believeth
On Christ, the Son of God,
’Tis then the soul receiveth
Salvation through His blood.”
She began to smile, “I believe in Jesus!”
I said, “Do you want to tell Him that?”
“Yes, Dad,” she said as we knelt down beside that bed. “Jesus, I believe You died for my sins on the cross, and I want to be saved.”
Only a parent could imagine the feeling I had that morning many years ago! This is a true story; she is faithfully going on with the Lord; she brought her own daughter to the feet of the Lord Jesus at an early age, and with her husband has brought (by the grace of God) her two grandchildren to know Jesus as Lord. How good is the God we adore!