"Come and go with me to the tent meeting on the square," was the invitation to fifteen-year-old Beth.
"I'll ask Mother," she replied.
Beth had been to Sunday school very few times in her life; she was an only child and had had no one to go with her. She didn't much want to go to the meeting with the middle-aged neighbor, but the woman had been kind to her.
Mother said, "She wants to go and has no one to go with her. It would be a kindness."
So Beth went.
When the two walked into the tent the congregation was just singing, "I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice." And those opening words just seemed to repeat themselves unendingly as Beth said, "I am not Thine, Lord."
"He loves me, and gave Himself for me. I'd like to believe that," Beth thought.
Then the closing words of the last hymn being sung registered in her mind: "Sad, sad that bitter wail, `Almost,' but lost."
"No! No! No!" Beth was not sure she didn't say the words out loud! "He loved me, and gave Himself for me. Lord, I want to be yours!"
Is He your Savior, the One who loves you and gave Himself for you?