A child of eight was dying, and she asked to see a certain Christian before she passed away. He was sent for, and when he came he said to the child, “Well, darling, I believe you wished to see me.”
“Oh, yes,” she said, “I wanted to tell you that I have been converted about four years, and I have been happy ever since, and now I am going to Him. Will you please bury me?”
“Yes, I certainly will if you wish it, but why do you wish me to bury you?”
She replied, “Because I know you will preach the gospel over my grave, and my dear father, who never goes to hear the Word of God, will be compelled to hear, and he may be saved.”
Soon after the little saint passed away to be with the One Who took the children in His arms and blessed them. At the funeral the Christian who had promised the child that he would bury her preached very earnestly at the graveside, and the father and the mother of the child were both converted.