ONE day, I came across a most interesting little boy named John Harris. His sweet smile almost told me he was a true Christian so I said,
“You love the Word of God do you not, dear boy?”
“Yes, I do,” he replied, and, with a beaming countenance, emphasizing each word, he added, “And I know God loves me.”
While at play one day, John met with a serious accident, which necessitated his being removed to the hospital, where he lay for many weeks. Great were the sufferings he passed through resulting from the accident, in addition to which he was obliged to undergo no fewer than five operations. He had not yet accepted the Lord Jesus until laid upon that bed of suffering; there the Holy Spirit showed him that he was a sinner, and he was led to accept Christ as his own personal Saviour; and there also he was taught that “whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth” (Heb. 12:66For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. (Hebrews 12:6)).
John loved to record God’s goodness to him in answering prayer, and one day I promised him a little note book, suggesting that he might write down his requests on one side, and on the opposite page the answers he had received.
“O, yes!” he exclaimed, delighted with the idea, “and then it will be so nice to read when it is filled up.”
May you be brought to know and believe the love which God hath to us, and thus will you be able to say with dear little John Harris, “I know God loves me.”
ML 08/14/1927