While I was at a convention in Illinois an old man past seventy years,
got up, and said he remembered but one thing about his father, and
that one thing followed him all through life. He could not remember
his death, he had no recollection of his funeral, but he recollected
his father one winter night taking a little chip, and with his
pocket-knife whittling out a little cross, and with the tears in his
eyes he held up that cross, telling how God in His infinite love sent
His Son down here to redeem us, and how He had died on the cross for
us. The story of the cross followed him through life; and if we tell
children these truths, they will never forget them.