A man who had once professed to be a Christian had gotten away from the Lord and became a backslider.
One day his little girl looked up earnestly into his face and inquired, her lips quivering the meanwhile, “Daddy, is God dead?”
“Why, no, my pet,” he replied. “Why do you ask that?”
“Why, Daddy, ‘cause you never talk to Him now like you used to,” she answered with emotion.
These words from his little girl went home to the father’s heart like an arrow; they haunted him day and night. Finally he broke down before the Lord, confessed his sin and failure in neglecting prayer and reading his Bible, and the Lord graciously restored him to communion, joy and peace with Himself.
ML 05/02/1965