What She Saw

 
Tell me,” I said to a little girl, “what is it that makes you so happy? You say you have been happy for some time?”
“Yes, I am quite happy,” she replied, and evidently with much feeling.
“But do you think you could tell me distinctly what it is that gives you such joy?” After a moment’s pause the following reply was given, and such a reply for fullness and simplicity,
“I see the love of Jesus to me a sinner.”
“Bless the Lord, that is something to see; may you never lose sight of it. But in what way do you see His love to yourself now?”
“I now see that He died for me on the cross, and put all my sins away there.”
“Amen,” my heart replied; “surely you are taught of God.”
“And now, once more, tell me, how do you feel towards Jesus Himself, after seeing and believing all this?” Her reply was natural and beautiful,
“I love Him, and I want to please Him.”
I had nothing more to ask of the young Christian, and turned away, with a praying heart, and these three answers so engraved on my memory, as never to be forgotten,
“I see the love of Jesus to me, a sinner. I now see that He died for me on the cross, and put all my sins away there. I love Him, and want to please Him.”
Can you say truly what she said? I have heard many confessions from many lips, but I never heard one more simple, more concise, more complete, or more satisfactory.
ML 03/15/1936