SHE was a slight little creature with blue eyes and fair hair. When they asked her to teach the worst class in the Sunday School, she did it and won the hearts of those rough boys. It was not done in a week or a month or three months, and it cost her many a hot tear on her knees at home.
But it was love that won those rough boys who had often gone cold and hungry and slept on hard pillows of paving stones, and “moved on” at the order of the policeman. Some had been in jail. They grew interested in the story of the One who came to this world in poverty and fared as the poor fared, and had not where to lay His head.
Lillian told them how much He loved them and what He had done for them. The good seed was sown and took roots and many of those boys grew up to love and serve the Lord Jesus.
Seven years went by, and Lillian Ward was traveling one day by bus. The conductor was a tall kindly looking man who asked her if she were Miss Lillian Ward.
“Yes,” she said, “and now you speak, I remember you. Are you Tom Rogers — of my old class of boys?”
“Tom Rogers it is, and all I am and all I hope to be I owe to you,” he said, “and to what the Lord Jesus has done for me.”
Lillian lifted her heart to the Lord in praise and thanksgiving for ging her some fruit for her labors.
ML-01/07/1962