A MISSIONARY went to see a little Indian boy who was dying. He found him in an old hut with a few leaves for his bed and a soiled blanket for his covering.
“What can I do for you, my poor boy, to relieve your wants?” he asked.
“Nothing, sir,” said the boy. “I want but little; I am very happy. Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, died for my sins and I trust only in Him.”
“Do you find comfort in your Bible?” asked the missionary.
“That, sir, is my dear friend,” said the dying boy, raising himself on his elbow and pressing the Book to his heart. “Last year I went to visit my sister, two hundred miles up the lake. When I was halfway back, I remembered I had left my Bible. I turned around and I was tossed about in my canoe for nine days on the lake before I reached the house. I got my treasure at last and I never mean to part with it as long as I live. When I am gone, sir, I want you to give it away, so that it may do good to others.”
Boys and girls, do you have a well-worn Bible or one that is covered with dust? A man once offered a little boy the choice of twenty-five dollars or a Bible. The little boy said, “My mother told me that the law of the Lord was better than thousands of gold and silver (see Psa. 119:7272The law of thy mouth is better unto me than thousands of gold and silver. (Psalm 119:72)). If you please, sir, I will take the Bible.” This boy made a wise choice.
ML-03/02/1969