A minister's wife told me that at one time they had moved to a new place. Her little boy came in after the first afternoon of play. He exclaimed joyfully, "Mother, I have found such a lovely, good little girl to play with that I never want to go away again."
"I am very glad, darling," said the loving mother, delighted because of her child's happiness. "What is the little girl's name?"
The child replied with a sudden solemnity, "I think her name is Jesus." "Frank!" exclaimed the mother. "What do you mean?" He said deprecatingly, "She was so lovely that I did not know what she could be called but Jesus." Are our lives so Christ like that anyone could have such a thought of us? Is it apparent to all around us that we have been with Jesus? Unfortunately, it is often just the contrary. Are some of us so cross and uncomfortable in our living that exactly the opposite thing would have to be said about?
"I am very glad, darling," said the loving mother, delighted because of her child's happiness. "What is the little girl's name?"
The child replied with a sudden solemnity, "I think her name is Jesus." "Frank!" exclaimed the mother. "What do you mean?" He said deprecatingly, "She was so lovely that I did not know what she could be called but Jesus." Are our lives so Christ like that anyone could have such a thought of us? Is it apparent to all around us that we have been with Jesus? Unfortunately, it is often just the contrary. Are some of us so cross and uncomfortable in our living that exactly the opposite thing would have to be said about?
-Rachel S
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