“Please, sir, will you come and see Willie?” “And who is Willie?”
“Come with me, and I’ll show you.”
It was a cold night, and I was tired, but I loved to tell folks about Jesus and felt that this would be another chance to serve my Master.
“Just a moment, my boy, and I’ll be right along with you.”
I slipped on my coat, picked up my Bible, and hurried out the door to follow the little stranger.
In a short time I was standing by the dying lad.
“Well, Willie, you look like a sick boy. What can I do for you?”
“Sir, I heard you preaching three months ago, and you said Jesus loved and died for little boys and girls. I had always thought He just wanted grown-up people.”
“Willie, I’m glad to tell you that it is really true. And have you really taken Jesus as your Saviour?”
Before answering, the sick boy turned and took a drink of water. Then he replied, “I don’t think I have. Tell me how to do it.”
“My dear Willie, if you open your heart to the Lord Jesus, just as you opened your mouth for that water, you will be saved.”
“If that’s it, then I was saved three months ago, the night you told us that the Lord Jesus loved boys and girls. I believed He loved me and died for me.”
After talking a little longer, I rose to leave and Willie said with a happy smile, “If you had asked me three months ago, if I would be afraid to die, I would have said, ‘Yes,’ but not now.”
ML 01/17/1954