"Can't Jesus make Annie see her mama?" Ruth asked.
"Yes, Jesus can do anything," Mother told her.
"I'll never quit praying till Jesus makes Annie see her Mama," she said.
She knelt down and prayed, and for several days she would come in from
her play ever so often and kneel down and pray and ask Jesus to make
Annie see her mama.
In a few days we received word that Annie said "Oh, I see my mama!" From
then on she could see.
When the girls were eight years old and Ruth had moved from that state,
her aunt (who had also moved) received a letter from Annie's mother,
saying, "Annie seems to be losing her eyesight again." She said also
that she would like for her to send Annie a new dress while she could
still see it, and if she knew where Ruth was to ask her to pray for Annie
that Jesus would not let her go blind again. Ruth was at the home of her
aunt when she received this letter. She prayed earnestly again and God
answered her prayer and gave Annie her eyesight. It was even better than
normal.
The last time I saw Annie she was a grown woman around forty, and she
showed me how she could see to read a long way from the light, which we
could not do. Surely God did a wonderful work in answer to a little
girl's prayer.
Children, let's pray; and when we pray, believe that God hears, and
receive the good things that he has to give us and others.
--Essie Wilson.
"DOES THIS RAILROAD LEAD TO HEAVEN?"
In traveling we often meet with persons of different nationalities and
languages; we also meet with incidents of various character, some
sorrowful, others, joyful and instructive. One of the latter character
I witnessed recently while traveling upon the cars. The train was going
west and the time was evening. At a station a little girl about eight
years old came aboard, carrying a budget under her arm. She then commenced
an eager scrutiny of faces, but all were strange to her. She appeared
weary, and placing her budget for a pillow, she prepared to try and
secure a little sleep. Soon the conductor came along collecting tickets
and fare. Observing him she asked him if she might lie there. The
gentlemanly conductor replied that she might, and then kindly asked for
her ticket. She informed him that she had none, when the following
conversation ensued. Said the conductor:
"Where are you going?"
"I am going to heaven," she answered.
"Who pays your fare?" he asked again.
She then said, "Mister, does this railroad lead to heaven, and does Jesus
travel on it?"
"I think not," he answered, "Why did you think so?"
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"Why sir, before my ma died she used to sing to me of a heavenly railroad,
and you looked so nice and kind that I thought this was the road. My ma
used to sing of Jesus on the heavenly railroad, and that He paid the
fare for everybody, and that the train stopped at every station to take
people on board; but my ma don't sing to me any more. Nobody sings to
me now; and I thought I'd take the cars and go to ma. Mister, do you
sing to your little girl about the railroad that goes to heaven? You
have a little girl, haven't you?"
He replied, weeping, "No my little dear I have no little girl now. I had
one once; but she died some time ago, and went to heaven."
"Did she go over this railroad, and are you going to see her now?" she
asked.
By this time every person in the coach was upon their feet, and most of
them were weeping. An attempt to describe what I witnessed is almost
futile. Some said: "God bless the little girl." Hearing some person say
that she was an angel, the little girl earnestly replied: "Yes, my ma
used to say that I would be an angel some time."
Addressing herself once more to the conductor, she asked him, "Do you
love Jesus? I do, and if you love Him, He will let you ride to heaven
on His railroad. I am going there and I wish you would go with me. I
know Jesus will let me into heaven when I get there and He will let you
in, too, and everybody that will ride on His railroad--yes, all these
people. Wouldn't you like to see heaven and Jesus, and your little girl?"
These words, so pathetically and innocently uttered, brought a great
gush of tears from all eyes, but most profusely from those of the
conductor. Some who were traveling on the heavenly railroad shouted aloud
for joy.