WE were spending a week-end in the far-off and sparsely populated island of Lewis, off the West Coast of Scotland, some time ago.
As nearly everyone there speaks Gaelic, we had provided ourselves with a supply of the well-known and most excellent booklet, Safety, Certainty and Enjoyment, printed in that language. On the Lord's Day afternoon we sallied forth to an outlying hamlet, and going from house to house, we offered our books, and, as opportunity offered, sought to speak "a word in season.”
Going to one house, a bright, intelligent, Scottish lassie of about three and twenty answered. our knock.
“Will you accept a Gospel book?" we asked.
“Oh! yes, thank you, sir," she replied.
As she took it, she asked, "Will you give me some more, sir?”
“With pleasure," we responded; "but what will you do with them?”
“I will give them all away," said she, "and I will speak a good word with everyone.”
“That is very nice," we said. "Do you love the Lord Jesus?" Her sunny face brightened still more as she answered, "Oh! sir, He has loved me so much that I feel I can never love Him enough.”
We conversed a little longer, and then, with a hearty handshake, parted, feeling mutually refreshed by our little talk about Him Who had made Himself precious to our hearts.
It was worth crossing the Minch, with the tossing incidental thereto with which every tourist who has sailed to Stornoway is familiar, to find one who so truly loved the Lord.
It may be that you, dear reader, have more privileges, more opportunities of hearing the glorious Gospel; may we ask you, Have you thought of His love for YOU, and can you say with the beloved Apostle, "The Son of God... loved ME, and gave Himself for ME"? (Gal. 2:20.)
If so, we doubt not you feel, as this young woman felt, that you "can never love Him enough.”
“Shall I ever be able to do so?" you may inquire. Indeed you never will, but you can allow His love to fill and flood your heart, then there will be produced that responsive affection that is so grateful to Him.
Is it possible that some person reads these lines who does not love our Lord Jesus Christ? Shame on you! Shame!! Shame!!! we unhesitatingly say. Yet while we cannot refrain from saying so, how glad we are to be able to tell you He loves you, He died to save you, at God's right to-day He longs to bless you. Trust Him now. No longer steel your heart against Rim. Accept Him as your very own precious, personal Savior ere you lay down this paper, and then you will delight to join in the exclamation of all who love Him, “We love Him, because He first loved us." (1 John 4:19.) W. B. D.