TWO BOYS, attending a gospel service, were hesitating whether they would remain for the prayer meeting. One said, “Come along, George, don’t stop!”
“No, I’m going to stop and give my heart to God,” returned George.
“Come along,” said his companion, pulling him.
“No, Henry, I really mean it,” and he did.
Only about three weeks after, I had a letter telling me of his death.
It seems he went to spend the Saturday afternoon with a companion, and was playing at soldiers. His friend caught up his father’s rifle in play, and pulled the trigger, but, to his horror, it was loaded, and the little fellow fell. His mother was just in time to hear him say, “It’s all right, Mother, I’m trusting Jesus!”
ML-01/19/1969