SARAH and her brother Joe, lived with their parents on a farm, far from town. They had no companions; their nearest neighbors were on a farm, quite three miles away, so the two were playmates together. There was no school, save one a number of miles away, to which they were too young to go, so their dear mother taught them to read at home, while their father and his servants tilled the ground.
The long winter evenings were rather wearisome for the two children, but an unexpected event, quite changed the whole scene. A relative of their mother, a Christian, paid them a visit, and after being with them for a few days, suggested that they might have a Sunday afternoon meeting for boys and girls, in the farm kitchen. This was joyfully agreed to, and all day on Saturday was spent going round the farms, inviting the children to come. The afternoon of the Lord’s day was eagerly looked for by the two children. Over twenty boys and girls assembled, some walking long distances, and God began that afternoon to work among them.
For many afternoons, the story of Jesus and His love, was told at that prairie farm, and not a few were saved for eternity, among the first of whom were Sarah and Joe, the farmer’s children. How happy they were then, and how happy they are still, for Sarah and Joe are still lovers and followers of Christ.
O, tell it unto all around,
Jesus died;
‘Tis such a precious, blessed sound,
Jesus died;
Entreat poor sinners to rely
On that which brings the guilty nigh;
E’en to the blood of Christ to fly;
Jesus died.
ML 03/21/1937