I WANT to tell you a true story, dear children, about a little boy whose name was Peter. At the early age of three and a half years little Peter would say, “I love Jesus because He died for me,” and he loved to speak and sing of Jesus. He would say, “I love muber and farber; but I love Jesus best.” Indeed, little Peter put Jesus first in everything.
One day he had been disobedient, and this grieved his mother very much. A little while afterward, Peter came to his mother saying, “I have asked Jesus not to let me go Satan’s way anymore.”
On another occasion the dear child was very unwell, and on his father asking him one morning; how he was, he looked up with a happy smile and said: “I am better;” adding, “I did ask Jesus to make me better, but if He had not I would have loved Him.”
The Lord Jesus was soon going to take this little lamb to be with Himself.
During his last illness Peter suffered very much, and was quite unable to speak, but was very bright and happy.
He liked to hear his father sing:
“There is a happy land
Far, far away,”
and—
“Safe in the arms of Jesus:
Safe on His gentle breast.”
He would join in by moving his lips, and pointing upwards.
His mother one day told him that as soon as he should be out of her arms he would be in the arms of Jesus. Peter did not forget this, for when he knew he was going to be with Jesus, he was not happy until his mother took him in her arms, then peacefully fell asleep.
He was four years old when the Lord took him home to be with Himself.
Dear children, can you say, as did little Peter. “I love Jesus because He died for me”?
L. L. B.