Two messenger boy were loitering on the road, eagerly pouring: over the pages of a comic paper. A third came along walking briskly, and as he passed, one of the loiterers said,
“Grand tips here, Jim: wait a minute and hear this.”
“Got something better,” said Jim blithely, pulling out from his pocket a Bible, and holding it up before them. The two boys laughed, called something after him, and resumed their comic paper.
I found that Jim was a converted messenger boy, and ran his master’s errands quickly, as every Christian boy should do. He knew Christ as his Saviour and Lord, and did things to please Him.
What about the other two? One was dismissed, and the last time I saw him he was a bootblack, still fond of his comic paper, from which I believe he learned many of his evil habits.
Jim is now a bright young salesman, quickly rising in the warehouse, and much thought of by his employer. He is not ashamed to own his. Lord, and his Bible is his close companion. Who has the best of it? Jim to be sure.
So will every boy who takes Christ as his Saviour, and the Bible as his guide. Comic papers are poor reading; they defile and deprave the mind, and often sow the seeds of habit which ruin soul and body.
Dear young folks, I know you need something to give you happiness: something to make you glad. The very best you can have is Christ.
ML 08/02/1936