Freddie was a very small boy; his father was a minister, and used to tell people about Jesus, how He came down from heaven to this sinful world to die in the sinner’s place.
Freddie had often heard his father preach, and one day he looked up earnestly at him, and said, “Fweddie wants to peach.” His father answered,
“Freddie is too young to preach.”
But Freddie could not rest, and the whole week he kept on saying,
“Fweddie wants to peach.”
When Sunday came, his father, thinking that it would quiet him, said,
“You may come up into the pulpit with me if you sit very still.”
But even this did not satisfy Freddie, for he still said,
“Fweddie wants to peach.”
So the father stood up and told the congregation that his little boy had been worrying him all week because he wanted to preach. Then he lifted Freddie up so that he could see the people. At first Freddie felt frightened at seeing so many faces, but he said slowly,
“Fweddie wants to tell you Fweddie loves Jesus.”
That was Freddie’s sermon; only a few words, but it went home to the heart of one old man who was over seventy years of age. He was quite broken down at the thought of a little child loving Jesus when he did not, and this was the means of his being brought to know Jesus as his Saviour, and to love Him.
Dear children who read this true story, if you know and love Jesus, you too, may be little ministers. I do not mean that you may speak to large congregations from a pulpit, but you may tell your friends of the Saviour you love, and you may be the means of bringing them to know and love Him too.
ML 06/14/1936