Rachel was a little Jewish girl who had opened her heart to the Lord Jesus and knew Him as her Saviour. She learned many verses from the New Testament by memory.
One day when her father came home from a trip, Rachel ran to meet him and said, “Daddy, I love Jesus! He loves the little children!”
Her father was very angry, and told his little girl never to speak about Jesus again. But one day Rachel became very ill. The doctor shook his head and said he did not think she would get well again. They had a Christian nurse who cared for the little girl and sang hymns to her.
One day they called Rachel’s father to her bedside. The doctor said she was dying. Her father prayed a Jewish prayer. Then suddenly Rachel opened her eyes and repeated from memory the story she had learned from the Bible of how the Lord Jesus raised the little daughter of Jairus from death. When she had finished telling the story, she became still.
Her father fell down on his knees and began to pray to the Lord Jesus. “Oh Jesus,” he said amid tears, “Thou who didst raise up the daughter of Jairus, raise up my little Rachel, and I will believe in Thee as my Saviour and Israel’s Messiah!”
The father’s prayer was answered. Rachel opened her eyes, and from that moment on, she began to get well. The father was as good as his word.
ML-04/10/1977