One evening I was preaching the gospel, and when the meeting was over, I spoke to some of those present about the salvation of their precious souls. Nearly all those to whom I spoke, gave the same answer: “I hope so, sir; I hope so.”
Some gave this answer unhesitatingly, as if it was a lesson learned by heart; others answered in uncertain tones, that painfully affected a heart that burned with the longing to see their precious souls saved.
In rather a melancholy mood I turned to a little boy of about eight years of age, and said to him:
“Well, my little man, where are your sins?”
He looked at me and smiled without answering. Fearing that he had not heard, I repeated the question; still there was no answer.
His mother said, “Come, Harry, don’t be so impolite; give Mr. B. an answer.”
He looked at me again and smiled, but didn’t answer.
Thinking that he was shy, I said a few more words to him, then wished them good-night.
When they reached home, his mother said: “Why didn’t you answer Mr. B. Harry?”
“Because I could not,” replied the boy.
“I’m sure you could have answered him,” said the mother.
“No, mother, I could not.”
“And why not, Harry?”
“Because I don’t know. I know that Jesus bore my sins and put them away, but where He put them, I don’t know, and I believe that no one knows.”
O, what a treasure of precious, peace-giving truths flowed then from the lips of a little child! O, that you all, dear readers, could repeat the words of little Harry from your hearts:
“I know that the Lord Jesus has borne my sins, and has put them away.”
I shall add a few texts, to show you where the sins of believers are:
ML 01/0/1946