"All for me!" said the child.
"Yes, little Angel, all for you. For, if Jesus had not died, you could never, never have gone to heaven. Shall I tell you why?"
"Yes, please, ma'am," said the child.
"You could never have gone to heaven, because no one can go there who has done any wrong; only good and holy people can go there; all who have done anything wrong must be punished for it. And, little Angel, have you ever done anything wrong?"
"Yes," said little Angel, hanging down her head; "yes, please, ma'am, I have."
"Then you could never go to heaven, for God must punish sin. But Jesus is God, and He came and led that sorrowful life, and then died that dreadful death, that He might be punished instead of you—instead of you, little Angel. And now He says, 'I wonder if little Angel will love Me for dying for her? I will knock at the door of her heart, and see if she will let Me in, and love Me for what I have done for her, and be My little child!'"
Angel opened her eyes very wide, and looked earnestly at the young lady as she spoke.
"How old are you, little Angel?" she asked.
"Going on seven, ma'am," said Angel promptly.
"Then He has been waiting for you for years. Knocking—knocking, and you have never let Him in!"