“What’s an atheist?” asked a burly looking bystander of his mate.
“Oh, one of them Bradlaughites,” was the answer, as they both came forward for a book.
On another occasion a flippant young mason inquired if “it was about love.”
“Yes, the best kind of love; about Jesus,” we replied.
“Oh! I don’t know Him. I only love those I know,” he said, but he took the book.
It is melancholy to see how many youths seem to know little of Him who died to save them. One Easter Sunday we ventured to attack a knot of them who were holiday-making. The pictures always attract, so they were soon engaged in contemplating them.
“Is it about Jesus?” asked one.
“Yes.”
“Ah! He was a good man,” he continued.
“He was your Saviour, and mine,” we added.