By:
Edited By Heymen Wreford
IT was a cold Sunday afternoon in December, yet quite a number of the little folks were down at the school in good time.
Little Jeanie was there, wrapped up in her mother’s shawl—she had come well-nigh a mile—and delicate Charlie was there, too. But few of the teachers turned up that afternoon. Miss A― thought it “looked like snow,” and so she did not venture out; but later the same evening she had a nice walk with a friend. Brother D― had been working very hard all the week; he thought that none of his class would venture out in such a day, and Mrs. D― (his wife) thought he would be quite justified in staying at home, and so he did. His dear little scholars were there like sheep without a shepherd. But God was at the Sunday school that afternoon, and He helped some of the teachers who were there in a remarkable manner. Several of the children were converted. There was joy in heaven, and also among the few devoted workers who were there. The absentees lost it all, and they lost the half of their children, too; for when the children told at home that “teacher was absent,” father and mother thought “it was no use sending them again.” And so in this way the benches got thinned, and the school “went down.” The Lord’s work among children requires devotedness, diligence, and determined sticking to the work. Those who have no heart for it, who feel it to be a drag, and who wish they hadn’t a class, should “clear out” forthwith, and leave room for God to send others whose efforts He will bless to the conversion of souls.