“ARE you saved, Willie?”
So questioned an evangelist a boy who was anxious about his soul. He looked into the speaker’s face, and then burst into tears, exclaiming, “I wish I was.”
Yes, with eternity in front of him, and with the shadow of sin resting on his soul, his words were, “I wish I was.”
How gladly the evangelist spoke to him of the love of Jesus, and how he could be saved. Both knelt together and the evangelist prayed, feeling sure Willie would be saved before very long.
A day or two passed; the Christian was greeted with a radiant smile. He knew well what that smile meant. He said, “You are saved, Willie?”
“Yes,” the boy replied, “I am.” “Tell me all about it.”
A Christian had called to see the boy in the meantime, and had found that Willie wanted to feel happy, as though salvation were a question of feelings.
Willie was shown that Jesus had done everything for him, and that all that remained for him was to rest upon the finished work.
“Is that all?” was the boy’s question, “Is that the way?”
At last he could truthfully say, “I do believe that Jesus died for me.”
He was happy, trusting, resting. All the shadows had passed away.
ML-11/03/1963