Installment Two

Yesterday we left off at the moment when Mrs. Wilson perceives that
the Lord has revealed for her in a dream what she should do to lead
her son towards salvation. Here is the continuation of the story:
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Installment Two

Mrs. Wilson received her dream as a suggestion of a new work of love.
She had found also a new basis for hope, a new vision of possibilities;
and with a mother's loyal quickness, her plans were immediately
formulated for putting the suggestion into practice. That morning she
got out of bed with a blessed mission in her heart. She scraped every
drawer and every corner of the house in search for all the pennies
she could find. She also took with her the savings of many long days
of work. She went to the Christian bookstore and there she selected
the best Bible she could find for her little Harold, who was not so
little anymore. The Bible was expensive and it wiped her out of all
her savings. Was not her son's life more precious to her than her own?

What a really beautiful Bible that was when Mrs. Wilson had
completed in it her beautiful design! From Genesis to Revelation
she marked with great care all those passages which she believed
would one day appeal to the heart of her boy. She specially took
care to underline those texts that emphasized faith in Jesus and
obedience to all His commandments. When Harold should open
the book, she wanted him to find Christ everywhere throughout
the story. She wrote her own message on the flyleaf:
"My Darling Boy: 'I love you. I shall always love you. But there
is one who loves you infinitely more than I, and that one is
Jesus. You do not love Him now, but I am praying that you may
be brought to see how good He is, and be led to yield yourself
to Him. This Book is from Him and from me. Please read it for
His sake and mine. Its promises are all sure; and as you take
them into your heart, they will make you new and clean and
strong and victorious."
She kept the Bible in a secret place until the very last moment.
Then, when he went out on an errand, she quickly tucked it
away in a little corner of his luggage. 'Good-bye, mother.'
'Good-bye, my dearest.' It was a sober farewell, without tears
or emotional outbursts. Mrs. Wilson was able to control herself.
She had determined to retain a smile of peace on her face.
Harold Wilson left home and headed for the wharf where he
would board the "Alaska Transport" ship in the capacity of
plain deck hand.
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The story continues tomorrow.