Then you will be "ready" to meet Him. CHAT VIII ——— The Unknown Visitor "There standeth One among you, Whom ye know not." (John 1.26) CHAT VIII The Unknown Visitor "There standeth One among you, Whom ye know not." (John 1.26) SOME little time ago our popular Prince of Wales was at a Race Meeting in America, where he was almost mobbed by a rude and curious crowd. Cameras surrounded him, and at last, out of patience with the mob, he moved away, and after a time got amongst some grooms and jockeys lower down the course, where he was not recognised, and where he enjoyed a quiet time. The men with whom he talked in such a friendly fashion had little idea that they were talking to the heir of the English Throne. He stood amongst them and they knew him not. Now, in the world to-day, in many an English home, One much higher and more wonderful than a British Prince "stands amongst" the boys and girls in that home, and "they know Him not." Who is He? Jesus Christ, the King of Glory. Why does He stand there? Waiting to be known. Waiting to be loved. Waiting to be served. He knows them. He loves them. He has served them even to laying down His life for them. All has been done that can be on His side to win their love and allegiance. Nothing, so far, has been done on their side. He stands amongst them, and they know Him not. Now, let us think how we get to know people. It is not enough to know of their existence. We all know that we have a king, we hear about him, but we do not know him as our friend. Can we know anyone if we do not see them? I think so. A little girl's father is in India, but her mother is always talking to her about him; she reads bits of his letters to her, and tells her stories of what he used to do and say when she was a tiny baby. By and by the father begins to write to his little girl, and she writes to him. She tells him all she does, and what she likes, and what she dislikes. He tells her what he is doing, and gives her advice when she wants it. At last, after years of waiting, he comes home. Somebody asks the girl: "Will you be shy of your father? Won't he be a stranger to you?" "Oh, no," she says; "he and I are great chums; we've always written to each other. I love his letters, and I love him." Now this is how we should feel about the Lord Jesus Christ. When He comes back to this world, He should be no stranger to us. We have had His letters. We can read all His beautiful words to us in the New Testament. We can do more than that little girl, we can talk to Him, instead of writing. For He stands close to us always, and He hears our faintest whisper.