A mother was telling her little girl the sweet story of Jesus and His love, how He left heaven’s glory and came to this poor world as a babe in Bethlehem’s manger. During His life, He could say,
When the little girl realized that the Lord Jesus had no pillow on which to rest His head, she said,
“O! Mamma, I wish I could have given the Lord Jesus my pillow.”
It was such matchless grace for Him to come and suffer and die, the Just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God.
ML 09/08/1946