It was a dull morning, the city was shrouded in fog, and everybody hurried from trains to place of business. A flower girl stood on the pavement selling her blooms, but few seemed to patronize her. I bought a bouquet and as I left, she struck up the lines of the hymn:
“O, the blood that bought me, O, the love that sought me,
O the grace that bought me
To the fold.”
It was so unusual to hear such words on the streets, that I went back and asked the happy flower-seller where she learned these words, and if she knew their meaning.
“Yes, sir, I learned them at our Sunday school, and my sister Amy and I were saved there three weeks ago.”
I could only praise God. I often see that happy girl, she is usually singing, and her happy face tells of her heart’s peace and joy. To have Christ is to be happy everywhere.
ML 06/02/1940