Jesus loves me and I love Him. There is a dear little girl in the same class in Sunday-school as I am. She has been troubled about her soul, and I was speaking to her about her dear soul, and about my dear Saviour. Sunday night she accepted the Lord, believed His word.
Just back a little while she said to me, “Why didn’t Jesus come to save good people?” “Well,” I said, “there isn’t any good people.” She said, “I always thought I was good.” E. M.
ML 04/12/1903