A Christian boy, nine years old, was praying by his bedside one evening, and his mother heard him saying: “Oh, Lord, you know I very much want to be an engine-driver when I’m grown up, but Mother says that she wants me to preach the gospel; so if you would rather that I should be a preacher,—well, — I don’t mind. Amen.”
Now perhaps some of you boys who read this may preach the gospel some day, and tell the glad tidings of salvation to others far and wide. But don’t wait till you are grown up. Right now, while you are young, both boys and girls, you can tell out by your lives, and with your lips, the story of the wonderful love of the Lord Jesus to sinners, and of what He has done for you.
ML 03/22/1959