A stranger kindly called on me, and having seen our children, she said gently to me, "Do you try to teach them about Jesus?"
I was an earnest Christian, and I said, "Are they not too young?" and I told her that I meant to do so when they were a little older.
And I never forgot her reply: "You cannot begin too soon!"
And then she went on to tell me of her own little boy, who had lately gone to be with Jesus in heaven.
She said, "I had always talked to him about Jesus, and though he was not much over two years old, he could repeat the verse, ending—
"In the kingdom of Thy grace
Give a little child a place!"
Then she told me that a sudden attack of illness had come on, and that he had kept on repeating, "In the kingdom of Thy grace, give a little child a place!"
But he grew weaker, and just before he died, he suddenly looked up with a lovely smile, and exclaimed: "White babies! Oh, white babies!" and so passed away to the home above the clouds.
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