THERE were some services for young people held in the village, and Harry’s mother wanted him to attend them. This he was very unwilling to do, as he preferred to play with his ball. He said to his sister, who went with him, “I shan’t listen to a single word the man says.”
But after they got into the hall, and one or two hymns were sung, he began to think it was not so dull as he expected. And when the preacher gave his address in a loving, earnest, and simple manner, Harry got quite interested and listened very attentively.
But he did not mean to be a Christian for all that, as he was afraid it might make him gloomy. And just as Harry was thinking like this, the preacher said,
“Some of you, perhaps, imagine you would be gloomy if you became Christians; but, it is Satan who makes you think so, as he does not want to see you happy. Jesus wishes to take away all that makes you unhappy, and to fill your hearts with the joy of heaven.” On their way home, Harry said to his sister,
“Jane, I want to be happy, so mean to be a Christian tonight.”
“That is good, Harry. Do you remember what Mr. May said would make us happy?”
“Accepting Jesus as our Saviour, and He will fill our hearts with joy and happiness.”
“But where is Jesus, Harry?”
“He stands knocking at the door of my heart.”
“What, then, have you to do Harry?” “Come to Him, and make Him my own Saviour. And am going to accent Him tonight.”
ML 03/28/1937