The story is related of a little Chinese lad who had been converted to God in a mission school in China.
On one occasion he chanced to back in a village temple and was looking at the idols.
An old man, very feeble, came in with tottering ateps, laid a few incense sticks before the idols, began to pray. And then passed to the next idol, and on the whole round of them.
The little boy thought to himself."here's an old man who has not long to live, and he does not know the way to heaven. But I'm only a boy; I can't tell him." At length, however, mustering up his courage, he approached the old man, and with tears streaming down his cheeks, asked him; " wouldn't you mind my speaking to you? I'm young; you're very old."
"What are you crying for?" Said the old man. "Can I help You?"
"Sir, I'm crying because I'm sorry for you."
"Sorry for me? What for?"
"Because you're aged, and can not live long, and do not know the way to heaven."
"What? Do you know the way to Heaven?"
"I know that Jesus saved MA and will save you."
"Who's Jesus?" Asked the old man.
The boy told him the story of God's love, and the man's heart melted as he listened.
"Boy," he said, "I'm over sixty years old, and have never heard such world. Come home with me and you shall tell the old lady the story to have told me."
The boy went home with the old man, and told the story of the love of God while the old couple listened with great interest. He was invited again, and stayed in their house the whole of his holiday, and the result was that they were both led to the Saviour.
Four years, after the great missionary, J. Hudson Taylor, accompanied the youth to the home of the aged couple, and found them truly devoted Christians. Said the old man: "But for this boy, my wife and I should have died in darkness."
