ness of her heart said, “You came to see us, didn’t you, because you really love us.” My heart was heavy as I saw these who were starved for human affection. A child doesn’t need to be in an institution to have this happen. He may be living in a home where there is no love. There was a woman of mature years who had just buried her mother. She cried to my wife, “Just before my mother died, she said to me, ‘Esther, I’ve always loved you!’ That’s the first time I ever remember my mother say ing she loved me.” The woman had been involved in many patterns of life which were not of the highest char acter and chastity. One of her real hungers was to be loved. There are some children who do not remember that their father and mother ever took them around the shoulders- and gave them a quiet hug. Have you ever told your child, “You’re so sweet. I’m glad the Lord gave you into our home.” Many a father restrains himself in tell ing his boy, “I ’m so glad you’re my son. The Lord has been good to give you to us. We love you.” A minister, troubled, burdened and sorrowing came to my office one day, broken hearted. His child, a teenage girl, was found with child out of wed lock. He wanted to know if he should resign; was his ministry ruined? He said, “You know we were so busy about many things that we didn’t take time for our children. Our daughter has sought companionship somewhere else. Now - she has an illegitimate child. What must I do?” I said, “The first thing you must do is to love her tender ly. She needs your care, hot your ostra cism.” We prayed and he decided and vowed that he would become the kind of a father, even in this tragic crisis, that he ought to have been all along. I related this to my wife and daughter without mentioning any names. Daugh ter was frying some potatoes and onions in the kitchen. I went out to speak to her quietly. I said, “My dear, I hope and pray you will be protected and guided by our dear Saviour, so that you’ll never fall into this kind of sin.
But if you do, I shall love you, my child, until you die.” She kissed me on the forehead and said, “Father, that’s one of the reasons why it’s such a joy to live in this home. Here we are all loved.” What a priceless treasure. My boys all used, to make a “chug.” That is made from an old broken down washing machine. It is put on a board with four wheels and chugs down the JESUS MAY COME TODAY If Jesus should come on a Sunday, Would He find me keeping His day Sacred to praise and worship. Learning of Him how to pray? If Jesus should come on a Monday, Would He find me unburdened, ser ene. Busy with work in my kitchen, Washing my garments clean? If Jesus should come on a Tuesday, Would He find me going about Soothing the sick and the weary, Dispelling sorrow and doubt? If Jesus should come on a Wednesday, Would He find me cheerful and neat - Ironing, sewing and sweeping But ready His presence to greet? If Jesus should come on a Thursday, Would He find me telling the truth To wondering innocent children Or to those in the bloom of youth? If Jesus should come on a Friday, Would He find my friends true and dear, Talking of things pure and holy, Bringing them hope and good cheer? If Jesus should come on a Saturday, It needs must be one of the seven, Would He find me loving and serving, Waiting for Him and for heaven? alley. You could probably crawl down the alley faster than the thing could go, but it was a lot of- fun. Are you interested in that which interests your children? Some day those sons, because you helped them when they were little boys, will listen to you when you give them advice on moral problems and a direction for life which is based upon the Word of God. 11
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