That was a silver penny, the gift of a heart full of pity.
But there was one scholar who gave his, saying, “For Thy sake, Lord Jesus! Oh, that the heathen may hear of Thee, the Saviour of mankind!”
That was a golden penny, because it was the gift of faith and love.
THE PENNY BOX.
They were giving away Missionary boxes at a Juvenile Missionary meeting to the boys and girls who thought they could collect a little money for sending the Gospel to the heathen. Among those who asked for a box was a poor child, so poor that the chairman hesitated at first to give her a box; on consideration, however, he let her have one.
About a fortnight afterward, this little girl called upon him in great trouble. He said to her, “Why, Sarah, what are you crying for? Cannot you get any money to put into your box?”
“No, sir, it is not that,” sobbed Sarah, “it is so full I don’t know how I shall get any more in, the last penny was so hard to get in I had to take a hammer to hammer it!”
The gentleman said, “Well, Sarah, I think we can easily get over that difficulty—here is another box for you.”
But this was not all; when Sarah first applied for a box, she did so just because her feelings of compassion had been awakened for the poor heathen children; but while she was busily engaged in collecting, the thought came into her mind, “What am I collecting this money for? That the poor heathen children may be taught about Jesus, but what do I know about Him myself?”
Sarah then began to pray, and begged God the Holy Spirit to teach her about Jesus, and that was the commencement of a new life to the dear child.