The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-08-12
s U N D Az R FADING,
Pray with the Children.
VHE pastor of young mother who ha

TIME pastor of young mother who had
Il recently Joined the church, was talk
ing to her about her material responsible
tiles, ard urged the duty of constant and
believing prayer for the early conversion of
her children. She assured him that it was
her daily practice to carry her little ones
in supplication to the throne of grace, yet
complained of want Of faith and Of def
niteness in asking for them the special
influence of the Holy Spirit.
"Do you pray for each child separately,
and by name?" inquired the pastor.
No, that has never been my habit"
was the reply.
think it of much Importance, Mrs.
Huston, especially as a help to our faith,
and to the clearness and intensity of our
desires on their behalf. You pray with
them, trust, as well as for them?"
Sometimes / do, but not often. They
seem little restless, and inclined to whis-
per together when my eyes are closed and
so have felt less embarrassment and more
heouOlh III suPPliC"1Ohj W De dlOue dJ Sucn
seasons"
Let me persuade you, dear Mrs. Hus-
ton to try a different plan. Take your
little son and daughter each separately to
the place of prayer, and kneeling with
them before the Lord, tell him the name,
the daily history, the special want of each,
and see if your heart is not opened to plead
for them as you have never done before"
Tears were in the eyes of the young
mother as she said with trembling lips,
"I'll try"
AS the evening came she had not forgot
ten her promise, but as she saw that Sarah,
her daughter, was unusually peevish, she
thought best to take her little son to her
chamber. Willie was bright and pleas
ant boy of five years, and when his mother
whispered her wish to pray with him, he
gladly put his hand in hers and knelt by
her side. AS he heard his name mentioned
before the Lord, tender hush fell upon
his young spirit, and he clasped his moth
er's fingers more tightly as each petition
for his special need was breathed into the
ear of the Father in Heaven. And did
not the clasp of that little hand warm her
heart to new and more fervent desires as
she poured forth her supplication to the
Answerer of prayers?
When the mother and child rose from
their knees, Willie's face was like rain
bow, smiling through tears. "Mamma,
mamma" said he, "I'm glad you told
Jesus my name now he'll know me when
get to Heaven. And when kind angels
that carry little children to the Saviour,
take me and lay me in His arms, Jesus
will look at me so pleasant, and say,
"Why, this is Willie Huston, his mother
told me about him how happy am to see
you Willie" Won't that be nice mammal"
Mrs. Huston never forgot that scene.
And when she was permitted to see not
only her dear Willie and Sarah, but the
children afterwards added to her family
circle, each successfully consecrating the
dew of their youth to God, she did indeed
feel that her pastors plan was {" the more
excellent way" So she resolved to rec
ommend it to praying mothers by telling
them this touching incident. When we
meet our children at the last great day,
may Jesus own as His, those whom we have
"told Him about" on earth.