IT WAS a snowy winter's day. Most of the people who crowded the busy streets were well bundled up against the snow. The children seemed to be glad to see the snow, for it meant weeks of fun ahead.
One young lad could be seen hurrying through the busy throng, and he had on neither coat nor hat. He looked cold and hungry, but not unhappy. How could he look so happy, when he seemed to be so cold and poor? Let us follow him.
At last he came to a crossing, and here, bending his head against the driving snow, he started to run across. All at once there was a scream and a horrible thump. The poor lad was under the wheels of a big car! The driver jumped out and knelt beside him, and a crowd began to gather. Presently the lad's eyes opened, a smile passed across his face and he murmured,
"I'm going! I'm going!"
A hush fell upon the crowd and tears began to fall. A little girl looked up at her mother and said,
"What does he mean—where is he going?"
The dying boy heard the question and his very last breath answered her. "I'm going to be with Jesus."
And he was gone!
Messages of the Love of God 10/12/1952