One summer morning two Christian women had walked to the village to give out tracts. Returning home they saw sitting under a hedge in the country lane an old woman making nets. Feeling interested in her, they sat beside her and spoke of Christ. She listened; seemed pleased, but evidently did not know Him as her Savior. When asked if she could read, she answered: "No, not me! But I have a little grandson who is a good scholar.”
The women had given away all their tracts; so taking a piece of paper one wrote out this verse: "The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin.”
Reading this to her, they told her to be sure to get the little grandson to read it to her often. Then telling her of God's pardon for sin through the precious blood, and that even an old person like herself, living so long without Christ, might find cleansing and peace through the shed blood of God's dear Son, they went on their way.
Two years went by. One day the two Christians were again walking in this town. When they were about two or three miles from where they had met the old woman, an aged bent form approached them. Making a low curtsey, a feeble voice said: "Oh, ladies, I have been praying to the Lord that I might see you again.”
They exclaimed: "Do you know us, then?”
"Oh, yes," she cried. "Don't you remember two years ago you met me in the lane, and gave me a little paper?”
Fumbling in her basket, she produced the little scrap, very dirty, very thumbed, and one of the women, recognized her own handwriting. With joy the old woman said: "I can now say, the blood of our Lord Jesus has cleansed me from all sin.”
The Lord had cared for the seed sown, and others too had told her of Jesus. Though she could not read, she always enjoyed a word of prayer and a bit of Scripture.
She never forgot her text. On one visit she said:, "I have got a big Bible, and I want you to mark that verse. When people come to see me, I want to point out the text and say: 'That is the verse which brought me to Christ.'”
And now, safely housed, the dear old woman can look back and rejoice in the light that knows no shadowing over the way God sought and won her.