Fred had just learned to read, and so he read a Psalm to his grandmother without one mistake. For a reward the grandmother gave him a beautiful, small New Testament. Fred was radiant with joy, for he had wanted one for a long time. He put the New Testament in his pocket and carried it with him wherever he went.
On a bright spring day he accompanied his mother to town to do some shopping at the market. There was a great throng pushing in all directions. On the way home Fred suddenly noticed that he had lost his precious book. He shed many tears about it, but still the book was not found.
A year later a friend came to the grandmother and told her how he was called one day to see a sick woman who said to him that her whole life had been changed through reading a small New Testament which she had found on the market. Before that she did not want to hear about the Saviour, but on that day her heart was full of sorrow, and while walking through the market she saw the little book laying at her feet. Through reading it she had learned to trust the Saviour who gave her the forgiveness of all her sins and peace of heart. Not long after this she went joyfully to her heavenly Home.
The grandmother and Fred were very happy to know that the lost book had become a blessing to somebody, to the saving of a precious soul.
ML 01/31/1954