Yes, said the dear dying girl to me, what a revelation it has been to me since you told me I had nothing to do but to look and be saved. The day before she had been very sad and down-hearted because a clergyman had been to see her and told her she must show her faith by her life. “Don’t make it difficult,” she said to me; “I am too weak and feeble to do anything.” “Yes, my poor dear, you have only to look―to look at your Saviour who died for you, instead of you indeed, and you are safe forever.” “Weak and dying as I am,” she said, “I can look, and so I do, and we shall meet in His presence by and bye.” She died that night, but I look forward to meeting her when the Lord comes back again. May the Lord help us, each one, to win souls for Him.
Emily P. Leakey.