A Sunday school teacher was telling a friend that he was afraid he would have to discontinue the school, as he had seen no fruit whatsoever of his labors.
At that moment a little boy came in and asked him if he would come and see his brother, who was very ill. He went with him into one of the lowest streets of the city, and on entering the room was struck with the utter misery of it. The sufferer lay on a mere heap of rags in a corner. The teacher said, “My poor boy, what can I do for you? Can I get you a doctor?”
“O no, sir,” said the boy.
“Shall I find you a nurse, and have you removed to a nice bed?”
“O, no sir, not that; but tell me, tell me, did you say that Jesus died for everybody?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And that He will receive any one who comes to Him?”
“Yes, indeed I did, dear boy.”
“Well, then, I know that He has reived me,” he replied, and in a few moments his soul had entered into rest.
ML 05/20/1945