It was in a little country schoolhouse. There were five boys and seven girls in the school, and their teacher was a Christian who often tried to tell the children about the Saviour. These children were like many more—they knew all about the Lord Jesus an could answer many questions about His wonderful birth and His good deeds.
This day, however, the teacher wrote in big letters on the blackboard, the three words at the top of this little story. Then she went on to tell then that most children believe that Jesus is A Saviour. She asked them if the all believed that. Every hand went up right away. Then she told them that many children also believe that Jesus is THE Saviour, and again they all raised their hands when asked if they believed that also.
“Now,” she added, “there are not so many who can say ‘He is MY Saviour.’” She waited a minute or two while the children quietly thought about it. She feared to ask them to raise their hands, for she wanted have them answer that question before, God, and not, before herself.
After school, little Freddie came up to her and said, “Miss Slack, I have taken Jesus today as “MY” Saviour.”
ML 08/27/1950