One evening I was visiting at the house of a friend, where were three children. The eldest was Harry, a serious, thoughtful boy, between four and five years of age; the next was Freddy, a merry, roguish little fellow; the youngest was little Matty, who never liked to be still a minute. Matty sat in my lap, and Harry and Freddy stood by my side, while I told them a story about a little boy who loved to pray to Jesus.
They all listened very attentively till the story was ended, when I asked them whether they loved Jesus. Harry said he was sure he did; and just as he said so his mamma came into the room. I told her what her little boy had been saying, when she took his hand and asked Him,
“But why does Harry love Jesus?”
“Because,” he replied, looking up to his mamma’s face with a sweet smile, “Jesus first loved Harry, Mamma.”
ML 05/08/1938