Sandy was still a boy when he worked in a big shipyard. Every day at noon he would go into a little hall nearby and sit quietly and meditate. The preacher, seeing Sandy sit there so reverently in such a prayerful attitude day after day, asked him, “Sandy, what do you pray about as you sit there so quietly?”
In his shy and hesitating manner, Sandy replied, “Oh not a great deal, sir. I just say, ‘Lord Jesus, this is Sandy!’ "
Dear Sandy enjoyed a real sense of the Saviour’s presence and surely the Lord blessed those quiet moments to his soul.
ML-02/15/1976