A DOCTOR passing through the ward of a hospital, noticed a little boy with a very sad face lying in one of the beds. He was far from his home, and could not speak a word of English, or understand what the nurses said to him, but the doctor could speak French. Delighted at hearing his own language, the boy sat up, and clasping the doctor’s hand, felt he had found a friend.
“Do you think I shall soon be well doctor?” asked little Jean — for that was his name — anxiously.
“Well, Jean, I cannot say, but I’m sure everything will be done for you here to make you well,” said the door tenderly. “But what if you do not recover, Jean, where do you think you will go after you leave this world?”
The boy shook his head, he had not evidently thought of that. So the doctor, who loved the Lord, and sought to tell others, told Jean of the love of Jesus, in coming down to earth to die, that he might be saved and go to heaven. The boy drank in the truth, and when the doctor asked, “Do you think you can trust yourself to such a Saviour, Jean?”
“Yes,” said the boy, “for He so loves me.”
Day after day the doctor sat by the little patient’s bed, and told him more of Jesus. Jean did not die, but got better, and returned to his homeland to tell his friends and companions, of the wonderful love of Jesus.
ML-03/03/1963