Most of the readers of this paper have heard the gospel again and again. It is not at all new to you as it was to Mr. Li. Perhaps you have never heard of anyone with so short a name as that, but Mr. Li was a Chinaman.
The gospel service I am thinking of took place in a little hall in one of the crowded towns of North China. The natives always called the room the “Jesus Hall.” Many of those who gathered in this hall had never before heard the story of.1 esus, and they quite often speak out in wonder as the story is told to them.
At the close of this particular gospel service, Mr. Li stepped up to the speaker and asked to see the Bible from which he had been reading. Then he reverently laid his hand on the book and said, “The Writer of that Book knows my heart.”
And is that not true? Mr. Li had felt, as he heard all that God had to say about the human heart, its deceitfulness and wickedness, that God must have looked right into his own heart. But he was so glad that God had not only seen and known the wickedness of his heart, but that God had so loved him as to send His own dear Son, the Lord Jesus, to die for Mr. Li’s own sins. He gladly accepted the Saviour God has provided, and brightly confessed to all around that he now believed in and belonged to the Lord Jesus.
God knows your heart too, dear reader. He wrote the Bible for you!
ML 05/27/1951