In a quiet place stands a little farm-house, which is a hallowed spot to me. Under that humble roof I was saved, when a boy of twelve. A Christian uncle came to our house on a visit and began to hold meetings on Sunday nights. A well-to-do farmer’s daughter was saved at one of the first meetings. A good deal of opposition was aroused, and some of the people. ceased coming. A preacher spoke against any knowing they are saved, and I remember there was a great deal of talk the next day, and my sister and I heard our uncle say to father,
“I believe God will begin to work among the children.”
We did not understand what he meant then, but thank God we did soon after. There were meetings for boys and girls held each evening at six o’clock, and I and my sister were converted by means of the Word spoken. We were a whole week deeply anxious, and on the following, Sunday, Maggie and I were saved. We just came to Jesus as we were, lost sinners and trusted in Him as our Saviour. I was so happy I ran home as fast as I could to tell my parents I was saved.
Others of the same age were saved at the same time, and I can tell you we had to suffer for it. The school children called us names, pelted us with mud, and tried in every way to annoy us. But that soon ceased, and some of the worst were saved. I have known the Lord Jesus all these years, and He has been a true friend indeed to me.
How I long to see boys and girls saved in their early years as I was. I do not regret having trusted Him then. Reader, will you be saved?
ML 01/22/1939