AMONGST the girls of my class who came to me on the Lord’s Day afternoon was a nice, bright-looking young servant. She had been brought by her sister, one who had found peace by believing.
I was interested in the young girl, who always knew her scripture and hymns so well; but she had an anxious look on her face, which made me speak to her privately once or twice.
One afternoon it was very wet, and I did not think it would be any use going out, as none of the girls would come in such weather; but I felt I must go. When I arrived, there was but this young servant.
“Now,” thought I, “God has a message to this dear girl this afternoon.”
After we had talked a little, she told me she was very unhappy, for she knew she was a great sinner, but did not know how to believe in Jesus.
I read to her the word of the Lord in Isa. 1:18: “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” I told her that it was “not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy, He saved us.” (Titus 3:55Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost; (Titus 3:5).) And while kneeling before the Lord, asking Him to send light into her heart, the light came, and she got up a saved soul. There was no mistake about it; her face beamed.
“Oh,” she said, “while I was asking to be saved, something made me feel saved. I understand now what it is to believe.”
Since then her mother has been brought to the Lord. This daughter wrote to her, telling her, with a full heart, what great things the Lord had done for her, and begging her also to come to the Saviour, quoting the verse, “Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” (Matt. 11:2828Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28).)
The letter was put by, but the mother could not get such an invitation out of her mind.
One evening she felt very weary, and thought she would look at that letter again. “I’m weary and heavy laden, sure enough,” said she; “so I think I’ll just come,” and she knelt down and asked God to show her how. And do you think He refused? No. His loving heart was rejoiced by another burdened one coming to trust-Him, and He delayed not to give her the desired rest. Reader, He still waits to give you all you need; life, joy, peace, the hope of glory; yea Himself! In Him we may find everything we need. Come, then, to Him, now.
M. J. E. B.