THE writer heard of a little girl named Carol, and the wonderful way she brought blessing to others. Her sunny smile did every one good, and wherever she went she was always showing kindness by word and deed. She had caught the spirit of the Master from her Sunday school teacher, who was the embodiment of all she taught.
The teacher would often have little surprises for the girls who repeated the Scripture portions without a mistake. This particular Sunday proved to be one of these, and Carol was very much pleased when she was handed a beautiful text card, neatly designed and colored.
That very day she had planned to take some flowers to her grandfather in the hospital on the way home from Sunday school. After a warm greeting, he inquired:
“Been to Sunday school, Carol?”
“Of course, grandpa. I wouldn’t miss it. Would you like to see what I got today for memorizing Scripture?”
“Read it to me, Pet. My eyes are troubling me still, and the glasses don’t seem to help.”
Then she looked on with wonder. He seemed to have been stunned. True, it was a long time since he had read his Bible. At best it was a closed Book to him. Now the grey mists were gathering, a new desire was kindled to know the way of life.
“Are you sure that is in the Bible? I don’t remember it,” he said with surprise. “Do you think you could find it in your Bible?”
“Yes, here it is, just the same,” and again the golden words were repeated, this time with great deliberation.
His past life was living before him again. The mention of “sin” had stirred his conscience, long asleep.
“Darling,” he continued, with a tear gathering in his eye, “I cannot see where you are reading, but will you put my finger on each word, and read it once again?”
Again the sweet girlish voice rang out, and by now others in the ward were more than interested. There, as the words rolled out from Carol’s lips, the sweet old story of a Saviour’s love, a Saviour’s death, a forgiving God, a glorious Home above became intensely real. Through his sobs and tears he bowed his head, and said,
“O, Lamb of God, I come.”
Carol’s text had done its work, a new name was enrolled on high, and there was joy in heaven as the wanderer returned.
His life had been changed, and his face reflected a new joy within.
Whether you are of the age of Carol or her grandpa, these words apply to you,
“The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin.”
ML 03/28/1937