The doctor passing through the hospital ward noticed a little boy with a very sad face lying in one of the beds. Little Fritz was a German lad, far from his native land. He could not speak a word of English, nor could he understand what the nurses said to him.
It so happened that the Doctor could speak German well, so he went up to the little fellow and asked his name. Delighted at hearing the language of his fatherland, the boy sat up and clasping the Doctor’s hand, he felt he had found a friend. He told him his story, how that he had left his home and come to England with his uncle, and having been taken ill he was brought to the hospital.
“Do you think I shall soon be well, Doctor?” asked little Fritz anxiously.
“Well, Fritz, I cannot say, but I am sure everything will be done for you here to make you well,” said the doctor tenderly.
“But what if you do not recover, Fritz. Where do you think you will go after you leave this world?” The boy shook his head. He had not thought of that. So the doctor who was a Christian and loved to tell others about the Saviour, told Fritz of the love of Jesus in coming down to earth to die, that Fritz might be saved and go to heaven. The boy drank in the truth, and when the Doctor asked, “Do you think you can trust yourself to such a Saviour, Fritz?”
“Yes,” said the boy, “for He so loves me.”
Day after day, the Doctor sat by the little patient’s bed, and told him more of Jesus. Fritz believed and he became very happy in knowing his sins were forgiven and he had peace with God.
Fritz did not die, but got better, and returned to his fatherland to tell his friends and others of the wonderful love of Jesus, the Son of God, who came into this world to save sinners.
ML 04/25/1965