One Sunday afternoon, my friend, Mr. L. entered a mission and sat down to wait for the service to begin. He had left, as usual, his big dog Medor, at the door. All at once Mr. L. realized that he did not have his umbrella with him; he must have left it near the door, but, not wishing to disturb anyone, he decided to wait and inquire before leaving.
At the close of the service, he went toward a bench not far from the door; to his great satisfaction, he saw the umbrella leaning against it, and in front of it was Medor, who, evidently had stayed there the whole time without moving. He was resting his head on the scat and was perfectly still. He must have recognized his master’s umbrella, and felt that he should guard it.
Are you, little saved boy or girl, as faithful to your Lord and Master as Medor was to his?
ML 03/07/1943