Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Poor -- Juvenile fiction
"Come then, and welcome, to Jesus Christ, my brother; his blood cleanseth
from all sin. He gave himself as a ransom for sinners. He hath borne
our grief, and carried our sorrows. He was wounded for our
transgressions; he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of
our peace was upon him, and with his stripes we are healed. The Lord
hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. Come, freely come to Jesus, the
Saviour of sinners."
"Yes, massa," said the poor fellow, weeping, "me will come: but me come
very slow; very slow, massa: me want to run, me want to fly. Jesus is
very goot to poor Negro, to send you to tell him all dis."
"But this is not the first time you have heard these truths!"
"No, sir; dey have been comfort to my soul many times, since me hear goot
minister preach in America, as me tell you last week at your house."
"Well, now I hope, William, that since God has been so graciously pleased
to open your eyes, and affect your mind with such a great sense of his
goodness in giving his Son to die for your sake; I hope that you do your
endeavour to keep his commandments: I hope you strive to behave well to
your master and mistress, and fellow-servants. He that is a Christian
inwardly will be a Christian outwardly; he that truly and savingly
believes in Christ, will show his faith by his works, as the apostle
says. Is it not so, William?"
"Yes, sir; me want to do so. Me want to be faithful. Me sorry to tink
how bat servant me was before de goot tings of Jesus Christ come to my
heart. Me wish to do well to my massa, when he see me and when he not
see; for me know God always see me. Me know dat if me sin against mine
own massa, me sin against God, and God be very angry with me. Beside,
how can me love Christ if me do not what Christ tell me? Me love my
fellow-servants, dough, as I tell you before, dey do not much love me;
and I pray God to bless dem. And when dey say bat tings, and try to make
me angry, den me tink, if Jesus Christ were in poor Negro's place, he
would not revile and answer again with bat words and temper, but he say
little and pray much. And so den me say noting at all, but pray to God
to forgive dem."
The more I conversed with this African convert, the more satisfactory
were the evidences of his mind being spiritually enlightened, and his
heart effectually wrought upon by the grace of God.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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