Papa,” said a child, “is not the day after tomorrow Friday?”
“Yes, my child.”
“Papa,” said he, “is not that the day of prayer?”
“Yes, my boy.”
“Papa, won’t you have me prayed for? I have been trying to find Jesus and cannot—I want Jesus.”
The Friday meeting came—an immense gathering of people, and there was such a blessing poured forth that the father on that occasion entirely forgot his promise to the child; and at the close of the meeting, the people rose and sung,
“Now I have found a Friend, Jesus is mine.”
The little fellow was at the end of the crowd, but he perforated his way through, and flung himself into his father’s arms, looked up into his face with a countenance of joy, and said, “Papa, I have Jesus now—Jesus is mine; I have Jesus—Jesus is mine,”
Do you know the Lord Jesus as your Saviour? Can you say, ‘He is mine?’
ML 07/21/1940