John, who loved our Lord almost more than any
one else ever did, says that "we love him because he first loved us."
Now if you go home to-night, saying in your heart, "_Jesus loves
me_," I think that to-morrow you will be able to say--"I love
Jesus."'

"She looked up through her tears, and repeated the words very softly,
'Jesus loves me.' She began to think about it on her way home, as
well as to say it. She thought about his life, about his death on the
cross, and about his sweet words to the little ones, and she began to
feel it too.

"The next evening she came to see me again; and, putting both her
hands in mine, with a bright happy face, she said:

"'Oh! please sir, I love Jesus now; for I know he does love me so!'"

Here was a little one encouraged to come to Jesus by thinking of the
interest he feels in children.

"Doesn't He Love to Save?" A mother had just tucked her little boy in
bed, and had received his good-night kisses. She lingered awhile, at
his bedside, to speak to him about Jesus, and to see if he was
feeling right toward him. He was a good, obedient boy, but that day
he had done something that grieved his mother. He had expressed his
sorrow for it, and asked his mother's forgiveness. As she stooped
down for the last kiss, he said--"Is it all settled, mother?"

"Yes, my child," she said, "it's all settled with me; but have you
settled it all with Jesus?" "Yes, mother: I've asked him to forgive
me: and I believe him when he says he will; for _doesn't he love to
help and save children_?" "He does, my child, he does," said his
mother, as she gazed on his happy little face, lighted up with the
joy of that gospel, so often hidden from the wise and prudent, but
revealed to babes.

Here we see how this little fellow was encouraged to seek Jesus from
the assurance that he feels an interest in children, and loves to
help and bless them.

"Love Leads to Love." A little boy named Charley stood at the window
with his mother one morning, watching the robins as they enjoyed
their morning meal of cherries from the tree near their house.
"Mother," said Charley, "How the birdies all love father."

"They do," said his mother, "but what do you suppose is the reason
that the birdies love your father?"

This question seemed to set Charley to thinking. He did not answer at
first, but presently he said, "Why mother all the creatures seem to
love father. My dog is almost as glad to see him as to see me. Pussy,
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