WELL, Bertie, how long are you going to live?” a friend asked a little boy.
“I do not know,” little Bertie slowly replied.
“Until you are an old man of a hundred years, eh?”
“I don’t think so,” said the tiny boy, gravely, as he raised his blue eyes to his friend’s face.
“Indeed! Are you very sick that you think you may die soon?”
With a sweet little smile, but trembling lips, six-year-old Bertie replied:
“Oh! you don’t understand one bit! I’m only waiting for Jesus, and He’ll come soon.”
Dear little boy; with childish simplicity he went on with his play, but the words he uttered sank into the heart of the one who had heard them-”He’ll come soon.”
And what joy it gave him to be expecting Jesus to come every day, for he knew that He had said “Surely, I come quickly;” not, as some people say, that He comes whenever any of His children die; but He is coming in the clouds of heaven and He will call away all who trust in Him and give us bodies of glory like His, and we-shall live with Him forever, and be so happy.
I hope each one of our dear little friends are waiting for Him to come soon.
ML 06/11/1899