DAISY K. is only a little girl of seven years old-such a happy, rosy-cheeked child, and she loves fun as much as any little girl I know. One evening as we were coming home from our children's service, and she was skipping along at my side, I asked her, “Does my little friend Daisy love Jesus?”
“Oh, yes," she said,” I do."
"But why do you love Him?" I asked. She looked up in my face as if quite surprised I should ask such a question, and then, with a bright, happy smile on her face, and in a tone full of glad certainty, she said, “Why do I love Jesus? Because He loved me so much before I loved Him, and He died for me."
Dear child, have you ever thought that it was to give you life eternal that Christ died; it was to give you the light of life that He endured those hours of intense darkness; it was that you might have joy unspeakable that He went through such sorrow? Have you ever begun to search out the love of God the Father in giving His Son, and the love—the strong, deep love of Jesus—in coming to die for you and me? If you have not, do begin at once, for, if you feel weary, it will give rest—lonely, it will give comfort as nothing in this world ever can. Is your heart growing cold, little Christian? There is nothing can set our hearts on fire like His love. Do you feel discouraged over your work—cast down by the little troubles of daily life? There is no power that can send us forward, and encourage even the most timid soldier, like the thought of His love-the remembrance of His goodness in the past. Oh, may this love of Christ so penetrate into every corner of your heart that you may be able truthfully to say, like dear little Daisy: "Yes, I do love Him"!
R. H.