At a Sunday school the teacher was anxious that the little ones should learn the chorus:
“I’m not too young to come to Jesus,
For He loves a little child;
And I need Him, and He needs me,
And oh how happy I shall be, If I come now.”
Alfred Black was a bright boy about nine years old who, along with the others, could sing it very well; but I do not think he had ever taken the Lord Jesus into his heart as his own Saviour.
One day when Alfred was coming home from school, a friend was passing in his car and offered Alfred a ride. He jumped into the car, and when he arrived at his home, he was struck by another car passing. He was thrown some distance, and was quite badly hurt.
For a week he lay in the hospital, and his anxious mother was constantly by his side. The doctor said there was little or no hope because of concussion of the brain. One evening, however, when his parents were looking on, his little voice rang out though the ward, in clear and wonderful tones, “I’m not too young to come to Jesus,” his favorite chorus.
All were astonished, and they thought the end had come. But it was not, for he opened his eyes and for the first time since the accident, smiled at his mother and father.
This was the turning point, for Alfred had just trusted the Lord Jesus as his Saviour, and he lived to show that the chorus was really true, He had come, and was received by the Friend who said, “Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto Me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” Matt. 19:14.
Have you come, dear boy or girl?
ML 03/05/1961