" She came down again, but
couldn't sleep that night. Next day she told the boy to go and ask Mr.
Moody to come over and see her. He called at my place of business--I was
in business then--and I went over as quick as I could. I found her
sitting in a rocking chair weeping. "Mr. Moody," she said, "I want to
become a Christian." "What has brought that change over you. I thought
you didn't believe in it?" Then she told me how her boy had come to her,
and how she hadn't slept any all night, and how her sin rose up before
her like a dark mountain. The next Sunday that boy came and led that
mother into the Sabbath-school, and she became a Christian worker.
Oh, little children, if you find Christ tell it to your fathers and
mothers. Throw your arms around their necks and lead them to Jesus.
A Father's Mistake.
There is a little story that has gone the round of the American press
that made a great impression upon me as a father. A father took his
little child out into the field one Sabbath, and, it being a hot day, he
lay down under a beautiful shady tree. The little child ran about
gathering wild flowers and little blades of grass, and coming to its
father and saying, "Pretty! pretty!" At last the father fell asleep, and
while he was sleeping the little child wandered away.
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