IN a waiting room, all ready for the arrival of the train, stood a little blue-eyed girl at her father’s knee, gazing with big wondering eyes on the many comers and goers.
After a while a man, looking fierce and sullen, was brought in by two policemen on his way to jail. The man was handcuffed, but in spite of his fierce looks there was something so melancholy in his appearance that it aroused all the little maiden’s sympathy, and, leaving her father, she ran across the room, and looking up into the man’s face said,
“Man, I’se so sorry for you.”
The man turned and looked at her with an angry scowl on his face, which so frightened the little one that she ran back to her safe retreat by her father’s knee.
But still she watched the prisoner, and after a few moments ran across to him again and said, with tears in the sweet blue eyes: —
“Man, Jesus Christ so sorry for you.”
This was too much; and, big fellow as he was, he found it very hard to keep down a choking sensation in his throat, for the simple words brought to mind the recollection of Bible teaching of the by-gone days; and the old, sweet story of the cross that had so touched him when he was a boy.
As the train came up, with a very subdued look, he allowed the policemen to lead him away. They were quite astonished at the sudden change in his manner. They had had a great deal of trouble in getting him to the station, and expected a good deal more before the end of the journey.
During his imprisonment he was asked the cause of the change.
“Well, some time ago,” he replied, “when you were bringing me here, while we were at the —station, there was a little girl, I can’t remember her very well, but she had big blue eyes and golden hair. She told me she was sorry for me, but I suppose I frightened her, for she ran back to her father, then she came back again and told me the Lord Jesus was sorry for me, and her words just brought back to my mind what I had been taught about the Lord when I was a boy, and I’ve been thinking of her words ever since, and now I know that the Lord Jesus was not only sorry for me, but that He died for me, and my sins have been washed away by His blood.”
Jesus Christ is sorry for you too, my dear reader, if you have not accepted Him as your own Saviour, —if you do not believe that He died for you, and that your sins are washed away in His blood. He longs for you to come to Him. He lovingly says to you,
If you still refuse to come to Him now in the day of grace, there is nothing left for you but judgment, the portion of all who will not come now:
ML 03/05/1933