A FEW years ago, near Tolua in Mexico, lived a little boy, the son of a converted Indian. When only eight years old, he was walking in the street one day when he met a popish procession of images. Every one knelt on the ground and uncovered their heads except the little boy, who remained standing. “Kneel down, child!” exclaimed some one at his side.
“Indeed I shall not,” said the boy. “Kneel down, I tell you; don’t you see God is passing by?”
“That is not God, that is only an idol,” replied the little fellow; “my God is not made of wood; He is a spirit, and tells us to worship Him in spirit and in truth.”
The procession passed by, the man turned to the little boy and said, “Child, who taught you such ideas?”
“God’s word did,” said he.
“I should like to read it,” said the man.
“I will give you a book, if you will meet me next week” said the boy.
Happily an English gentleman had only a few days previously given the boy’s father several copies of the gospels. True to promise, on the appointed day the child met the man and gave him a copy of the gospels, which God used in blessing to his soul. Who can tell how much blessing resulted from that one little act of faithfulness to the Lord Jesus? —Gospel Stories for the Young.
ML 12/31/1899