Jan 07 2010
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“ I remember seeing a story written in the papers some time ago. A family in a Southern City had gone down with yellow fever. It had been raging there, and very stringent sanitary rules were in operation. The moment anybody died, a cart came around and took the coffin away.
The father was taken sick and died and was buried, and then the mother fell ill with it. The neighbors were afraid of the plague, and did not dare to go into the house.
The mother had a little son and was anxious about her boy. She feared that he would be neglected when she was called away, so she called the little fellow to her bedside. “My boy,” she said. “I am going to leave you, but Jesus will come to you when I am gone.”
The mother died, the cart came along and she was laid in the grave. The neighbors would have liked to take the boy, but were afraid of the disease, so he wandered about and finally started up the place where they laid his mother. There he sat down on the grave and wept himself to sleep.
Next morning the boy awoke and realized his position- alone, and hungry. A stranger came along and seeing the little fellow sitting on ground, asked him what he was waiting for.
“I am waiting for Jesus,” he said, remembering his mother’s words, and told the man the whole story.
The man’s heart was touched, tears trickled down his cheeks, and he said. “Jesus has sent me,” to which the boy replied, “You have been a good while coming, sir”
He was provided for, and so it is with us. To wait for results we must have courage and patience, and God will help us.
The father was taken sick and died and was buried, and then the mother fell ill with it. The neighbors were afraid of the plague, and did not dare to go into the house.
The mother had a little son and was anxious about her boy. She feared that he would be neglected when she was called away, so she called the little fellow to her bedside. “My boy,” she said. “I am going to leave you, but Jesus will come to you when I am gone.”
The mother died, the cart came along and she was laid in the grave. The neighbors would have liked to take the boy, but were afraid of the disease, so he wandered about and finally started up the place where they laid his mother. There he sat down on the grave and wept himself to sleep.
Next morning the boy awoke and realized his position- alone, and hungry. A stranger came along and seeing the little fellow sitting on ground, asked him what he was waiting for.
“I am waiting for Jesus,” he said, remembering his mother’s words, and told the man the whole story.
The man’s heart was touched, tears trickled down his cheeks, and he said. “Jesus has sent me,” to which the boy replied, “You have been a good while coming, sir”
He was provided for, and so it is with us. To wait for results we must have courage and patience, and God will help us.
— Waiting For Jesus In D.L Moody’s Book Children’s Stories.
