Or, Whiter Than the Snow.
The white frozen snow spared like diamonds under the moonbeams, as two happy children, a boy and a girl, walked with their father along the avenue leading from their country home to the village, where the Annual Treat was being given to the children attending the Sunday school. Snowballing and snow castle-building had been going on all that afternoon, so the subject of the address that evening to the children and their parents gathered in the brightly decked schoolroom was “Stories of the Snow.”
One of the teachers told the touching tale of the widow, who perished in the great May storm, saving her little boy by hiding him in the crevice of a rock, and while hearts were softened by the affecting story of that mother’s love, he pressed home the greater love of God, who gave His Son to die for His “enemies” (Rom. 5:1010For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life. (Romans 5:10)) that they might be saved. Bill and Cassie listened with great attention, and seemed deeply interested, which was deepened into real anxiety of soul, while their father told the following story:
“In a beautiful mansion there lived a wealthy nobleman who was the father of a lovely girl, who was a child of six at the time when my story begins. Bounding into her father’s study one winter day, she peered into his face, and with an earnest look asked,
“Father, do you know what is whiter than snow?” The nobleman was astonished at the strange question, and hesitating to answer, his little daughter exclaimed in her childish glee,
“I know: it is a sinner washed in the blood of Jesus.” Amazed and surprised, the father asked,
“Who told you that, my child;” to which she replied, “My nurse.” Instantly the bell was rung, the nurse was questioned, and acknowledging that it was she who had taught little Alberta the value of the atoning blood and its wondrous cleansing power, she was ordered to leave the house within an hour.
A short time after, a royal prince came on a visit to the nobleman’s home, and while talking playfully with the happy child, one day, she asked the prince her favorite question,
“Do you know what is whiter than snow?” The prince smiled, and answered,
“No, I have never heard of anything whiter than snow.”
“I do,” said the delighted child, and before her father could stop her, she said, “A sinner washed in the blood of Jesus.”
There was complete silence for a moment. The prince received the child’s statement without opposition, and that struck conviction to the conscience of the father, who had so acted toward her nurse. That nobleman was soon after himself converted, the nurse was sought for and re-instated, with liberty to tell her little charge as much as she desired of the precious blood that makes the believing’ sinner “whiter than snow.”
There was fruit of that evening’s meeting, in parents and children being brought to trust in Jesus, to be made “whiter than snow.” Have you proved the power of that sin-cleansing blood, and can you say in truth,
“Though my sins were red like crimson,
“Deep as scarlet’s glow,
Jesus’ precious blood has made them
‘White as snow.’”
Bill and Cassie were brought to Christ shortly after, and were earnest and happy Christians, delighting to tell of the blood that makes whiter than snow.
ML 01/19/1941