Eddie was only four years old, and really was too small to go so far with the other big boys. But he just didn’t tell his father and mother at all. When he heard the boys planning to go through the bush to fish, he decided all by himself that he would go too. Jack knew Eddie ought not to be with them, and tried his best to send the little fellow home, but Eddie trotted happily along, and that was that.
The boys had a grand time, and about supper time they returned to their own little village. All at once Jack, with a bit of fear in his voice said, “Where’s little Eddie?” Nobody had even thought of him forever so long.
They hurried to his home, and found that Eddie’s father and mother hadn’t seen him for a long time either, and they were really worried. Quickly, they all set off together, right back over the trail the boys had taken, hunting and calling for lost Eddie. The sun went down and still they hadn’t found him.
At last they began asking at every farmhouse if anyone had seen Eddie.
Farmer Wilson opened the door in response to a loud knock, and there was Eddie sitting by the fire, eating an orange! With a glad cry, the worried father ran in and picked up his dear boy and kissed him.
“He wandered into our yard crying, quite a while ago,” explained Mr. Wilson, “and all we could find out was that his name was Eddie. He couldn’t tell us anything else.”
Poor Eddie couldn’t find his own way home, nor could he tell Mr. Wilson which way to go. All he knew was his name. Do you know your name? Of course you do. But wait just a moment. The Bible has a name for every lost boy and girl — and that name is “Sinner.” Yes, I was lost too. I couldn’t find my way home to heaven, and I couldn’t find anyone who could take me there either. But Someone came to seek me. His name is the Lord Jesus Christ. He came right where I was, and He told me that He came to save sinners. Oh I am so glad that my name was truly “Sinner,” for I know that Jesus came to save me.
ML 04/08/1956