In the town in western New York, two little sisters and their little brother were returning from an afternoon chitdren's meeting, when one of them said,
"I wish we could get father to go to the meeting for grown people tonight."
"How can we do it?"
"I'll tell you," said the little boy. "We'll all pray for him."
"But where can we get a good place to pray for him?"
"Why, you go into the parlor, where father hardly ever goes, and I will go off out to the barn," said the little boy.
So into the parlor the two girls went, and knelt down and began to pray. While they were pleading most earnestly, the father, who was a farmer, came in from the field, and instead of going round the back way started to pass through the parlor, but as he opened the door quietly they did not hear him. He listened a minute, and felt he could not go through that room. Away he went out to the barn, and there too, up on the hay mow, he heard his boy's voice in pleading prayer. As the little fellow slid down from the mow, his father put his hands upon his head, and with tears said, "Oh, pray for me! I will go to the meeting." And so he did; and what is better still, he came to Jesus and accepted Him as his Saviour!
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Messages of the Love of God 4/20/1952