THERE was once a little boy who used to give away tracts. I hope he loved the Saviour himself, for it is very sad to think of anybody serving one they themselves do not love. Well, this boy used to give away tracts, and he used to say, in a very pleasant way,
“Please, sir, will you take a tract; and please, sir, will you read it?”
Now it happened that he once offered a tract to a man who hated them. He did not want to be reminded of death, and judgment, and hell nor did he care for the Saviour, nor what He had done to save poor sinners. And yet this boy’s “Please, sir,” in so cheerful a tone, overcame him. He somehow could not refuse, and so he took the tract and promised to read it. And the reading of it was blessed to his salvation—a grey-headed old sinner as he was described. He saw that he was a sinner, and he saw that Jesus could save him from his sins. He used to say that that boy’s “Please, sir,” was, under God’s blessing, the wedge that found a way to his heart.
ML 04/23/1922