Jamie was sitting on his front steps learning his Sunday School text. He was just a little fellow and so his teacher had given him a little text. It was this: “He is precious.”
Mr. Wilson was passing by and he heard the little lad. Stopping a moment, he asked, “Who is precious, Jamie?”
“Jesus is precious.”
“And what does ‘precious’ mean?”
Jamie was silent for a minute, and then answered brightly. “Mother is precious: we couldn’t do without her.”
Mr. Wilson smiled to himself as he walked away thoughtfully, saying quietly to himself, “Jesus is precious—couldn’t do without Him.”
ML 12/12/1954