Margie was my companion. She was the first to hear of my conversion. I ran straight from the Sunday school in which I was converted to Margie’s home and told her.
“Oh Annie,” she said, as she burst into tears, “I’ll never be saved, I’m too bad.”
“No, Margie; it was sinners that Jesus came to save—bad ones, too. I have as black a heart as you have, and He saved me.”
We walked along for a time talking about it. All of a sudden, it seemed, a great change took place in Margie’s heart. The light shone into her soul. She stood still, clapped her hands, and said, “I see it now, Annie. It was not good ones, but bad ones Jesus came to save. That suits me.”
Margie just came as she was, and Jesus saved her. We are now both companions of the Lord, on our way to heaven, both saved and happy. Are you, dear reader? Remember, it was bad ones Jesus came to save.
ML 04/18/1965