HOW can I know that Jesus died for me?” exclaimed Minnie E.
I looked upon the wasted form of the little sufferer so worn with disease. For, for many long months this little one had been laid aside, and now she was awakened to the fact that she was a sinner.
“Know, clear,” I said, “for whom did He die?”
“He died for sinners,” she replied. “Are you a sinner?” I asked:
“Yes, I know I am a sinner,” she said.
Seeing just then that Minnie was much exhausted, I committed her to the Lord and left.
The same night I was called to go and see her again. “She is so miserable,” said her brother, who came for me. “and wishes to see you.”
On entering the room she looked up eagerly, saying,
“I am so miserable, I want to be saved.”
Looking to Him for a, word, who alone can speak peace to the troubled soul, I read over and over again.
Twelve o’clock chimed, and just then the little face beamed with joy.
“Then I have nothing to do, only to trust the Blood.”
After thanking God for His unspeakable gift, I left her rejoicing in Jesus.
She was visited by others, and delighted to hear about Jesus, and to speak of His love. I noticed from time to time, she was sinking under her complaint, which was a most painful one, but she was so happy in the Lord.
And now, dear little friend, as you read this true incident, let me lovingly ask, Do you know Jesus as your own Saviour? Not only as a Saviour, or the Saviour, but your Saviour, so that you can say Jesus is my Saviour? It would be such joy to you to take this for your motto— “Christ for me.”
ML 04/23/1922