A GENTLEMAN was once walking out in the country, when he saw a little cheerful girl playing in a field among the flowers. She was all alone, but she seemed to have no fear as she sat and sung, and wove the buttercups and daisies into chains. “Whose little girl are you?” said the gentleman, addressing her. “Mother’s,” she answered, with a happy look. “And where do you live?” inquired the gentleman. “At home, sir,” she replied, and again brightly smiled.
Ah! thought the kind man, as he walked on, those are two beautiful words for a child, “mother,” and “home.” But I know two words sweeter still, and happy are they who can use them as simply and joyfully as that little child. These better words are “Father,” and “Heaven.”
Yes, dear children, these are two great questions for all of us: “Whose child are you?” and “Where is your home?” There is one answer, and only one, which, if you can give it, will make you happy indeed. How many of the readers of GOOD NEWS can truly say, “God is my Father, and my home is heaven?” May God grant, dear children, that none of you may any longer refuse the offers of the Saviour’s love; but at once come to that blessed Jesus who has said, “Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest;” and “Him that cometh to me, I will in nowise cast out.” And thus be assured that God is your loving, unchangeable Father, and heaven your destined, eternal, happy home.