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 teacher?” 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.”
“Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.” Matt. 5:44.
ML 02/03/1946