A CHRISTIAN mother, known to me, has two little girls, one aged nine, the other seven. One evening I was reading the Scriptures with her, and as the children were listening attentively, I said to them, “You know the Lord Jesus may come at any moment, even tonight.” The elder of them crying, answered, “Ah! I do hope Jesus won’t come tonight, for my sins are not forgiven me,” begging me to kneel down and pray for her.
Before doing this I asked the younger child how it would be with her should Jesus come.
She said, with such a joyful face, “Oh! Mrs. T., I should like to see Him. I wish He would come tonight, for He has forgiven me all my sins.”
We then prayed, the elder child crying all the time most bitterly. When we rose from our knees she said, “I am so wicked, I am afraid to go to sleep tonight lest Jesus should come and not take me.” I told her to go upstairs to her bedroom, and, when she was alone, to tell Him everything that was in her heart. She said she would go, if her little sister would come too, and the two children went together, the little one doing her best to comfort her sister, explaining to her the love of Jesus, and asking her to trust Him.
I would rather not mention the name of this dear child, or say where she lives. She is always doing something for Jesus. She writes letters, and puts them under the doors, or in the letter boxes of the houses where she has reason to think the people do not love the Saviour.
Once she felt so very sorry for a man whose life was a wicked one, that she wrote him an earnest little note, and then made so bold as to ask to speak to him of Christ. The man’s life became quite changed after that. She so loves to spread the blessed name of Jesus as far as she can, and writes out verses of Scripture, and drops them on the road, and then prays to the Lord to make the people read them.
This dear child does all this little work quite alone, and does not say a word about these things to anyone. It is only by watching that I have found out what I now tell you, and discovered, that for two years—that is from the time we first read the Bible together—she has been thus occupied.
The mother of my little friend is very poor, and has many trials. One Saturday she was asking God to send them something for Sunday, if He would please to do so, for there was nothing in the house. As the evening grew on, she said—
“It’s quite clear God does not intend we should have anything for tomorrow.”
“Oh, mother,” said the child, “I feel sure He does, for I have asked Him to send us something for a fire, and some money too.”
A few minutes later the last post came in, and the postman brought a letter with money in it, and as the mother opened it, her little girl said, “I was sure God would send it.”
Trust Jesus, dear children, trust Him for all your sins, and bring to Him all your needs. The child believed the answer would come in answer to prayer, and God sent it. God is true, and if we go to Him in faith, nothing doubting, He will answer our prayers.
F. T.