There were four bright children who lightly sprang into the train, and seated themselves, near to me.
After giving them some picture tracts, I began to speak with these little ones about the Lord Jesus, that loving One who took the little children “up in His arms, put His hands upon them and blessed them.”
I found they knew a great deal about this loving Saviour, and one of them, a little girl, told me she knew she was a sinner, but the blood of Jesus Christ had washed all her sins away, and made her whiter than snow. I asked this dear child if she would meet me in heaven, and she answered so simply,
“O, yes, sir.”
And when I asked her how she knew it, she replied,
“Because Jesus has died for me!”
I then turned to one of the others, a little boy of about ten years, and asked him the same question,
“Whether he would meet me in heaven?” But he could not give me the same answer, but said, “I hope so, sir.”
Now, my little reader, are you like the girl, who could say she was going to heaven “because Jesus died for her,” or like the boy, who could only say, “I hope I am going there?”
ML 01/28/1945