Little Harold lay on his couch by the window watching the failing snow.
“Mother,” he said, “do you know why the snow has come?”
“No,” she answered.
“Jesus sent that snow,” said Harold, “to show me that I am whiter than snow, washed from my sins in His Blood.”
Harold used to be very fond of going to Sunday school, he loved to hear God’s Word, and to sing hymns, but he had a bad fall some time ago, and now he cannot leave his couch. He is only nine years old, but he is waiting for the Lord to call him home to heaven.
He said one day, “Mother, it has been a rough road these months past, but heaven is at the end of it.”
He has given little keep-sakes to his brothers, and painted a ship for his mother, “And when I am gone,” he said, “do give my playthings to some little children who have nothing to play with; don’t put them up in the cupboard, mother.”
Happy little Harold! safe in the arms of the Good Shepherd, and very nearly home!
No one is too young to come to the Lord Jesus, no one is too young to have their sins washed away. O come to Jesus, little children, come to Him now, for He is waiting to receive you, longing to make you “whiter than snow.” Perhaps you say that you don’t know how to come, but the Lord Jesus is close beside you, you have not got to go a long way to find Him. Just speak to Him where you are, tell Him that you need Him because you are stained with sin, tell Him that you come to Him because you cannot do without Him, and you will find it true, as He said long ago,
“Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out.” John 6:37.
ML 01/09/1938