A LADY had a class of young boys in a Sunday School. After the lesson was over, one day, she laid her hand on the head of one of her scholars and said:
“Are you afraid to die, Johnnie?”
“Yes,” he said sadly.
“Why, my child?”
“Oh, teacher,” said he, in a low voice, “because it seems like going into a strange house at night without any light.”
“Yet, Johnnie,” she said, “there have been people who were not afraid to die. Do you understand how that could be?”
He shook his head. Then she told him of some who had lived in martyr times, when men, women and children had been put to death; but they departed joyfully because of the love they had for Jesus, and of the light which He caused to shine into their hearts.
ML 10/21/1917