“Oh no. He could not forget His Son, you know.”
“And He cannot forget one of His children either, Bertie. Are you one of His little ones, my child?”
Bertie looked up wistfully.
“I don’t know. I should like to be. How can I tell?”
“Have you ever gone to Him in His own way, and asked Him to make you His?”
“I don’t know,” answered Bertie, slowly. “I have prayed to Him; but I don’t know how to go to Him—I don’t know what His way is.”
“His way is the way of the cross,” answered Uncle Fred, very gravely; and then, seeing that the child did not understand his meaning, he added, “I mean, my child, that you must go to Jesus first, and the rest will follow of itself.”
“How can I go to Him?” asked the child.
“You can go in prayer, my little boy. You must take all your troubles with you and all your sins. Your burden of sins may not be very heavy, but I daresay it troubles you sometimes.”
Bertie hung his head.