A LITTLE boy at school complained that some of the boys had hissed at him. “Why did not you do your best to defend yourself, or complain to the master?” inquired his mother.
The boy hung down his head and was silent.
“What did you do,” added the mother, “when they were seeking their pleasure in tormenting you?”
“I remembered what Jesus did for His enemies,” replied the boy; “I prayed for them.”
ML 01/15/1922