Mr. and Mrs. Bailey had just moved into their new home a few doors from us. Their little boy Freddie was a happy little lad, and he always called a cheery “Good-morning” as he passed the door.
This morning he didn’t seem quite so happy, and he added, “Mother is sick this morning,”
“And have you asked God to make your mother better?”
Freddie looking hopefully into my face, and in simple trust, asked, “Where is He?”
“Just up there beyond that blue sky, and He loves children.”
“How will I get up there to ask Him?”
Then I explained to him how God could see him, though he could not see God. I don’t suppose the boys and girls who read this paper would have to ask where God lives. You know He lives in heaven, and perhaps you know that He sent Jesus to die for sinners. You may know a lot more than Freddie knew, but unless you know Jesus as your own Saviour, you will never be in that home above the bright blue sky.
ML 09/24/1950