Being Thankful (2)
Tell God “Thank You”
A preacher friend of mine, returning from a tour of Europe where he had visited his clergyman cousin, related this story: A London scrubwoman was taken ill. Friends sent her to the hospital. During her convalescence she visited along the corridor. She developed a fondness for a twelve-year-old, freckle-faced, red-haired boy in the room across from hers. They visited daily.
Early one morning she was awakened by confusion and conversation. Presently, the boy’s mother, brokenhearted, ventured into the charwoman’s room, exclaiming, “Doctors say Johnny has only ten minutes to live. Won’t you say something to him?”
With the courage and conviction of a great Christian, the charwoman walked calmly into Johnny’s room, sat on his bed, took his thin hands between her calloused palms, and said, “Listen, Johnny, God made you. God loves you. God sent His Son to save you. God wants you to come home with Him.”
With great difficulty, the lad raised up on his elbows and entreated his friend, “Say it again.”
Softly she repeated, “God made you. God loves you. God sent His Son to save you. God wants you to come home with Him.”
Johnny looked into her benign face and said, “Tell God, ‘Thank You!’ ”
