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Chapter 8 |
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“Little Willie Newton was a child about five years old. One day his mother had taken him into her room and prayed for him by name, and when she arose he exclaimed, ‘Mamma, mamma, I am glad you told Jesus my name; now he’ll know me when I get to heaven. When the kind angels that carry little children to the Saviour take me and lay me in his arms, Jesus will look at me so pleased and say, “Why, this is little Willie Newton; his mother told me about him; how happy I am to see you, Willie!” Wont’ that be nice, mamma?’” Such links as this between a child’s soul and heaven become in the end a chain of gold which no power can break.
It would be easy to add many other words to enforce and illustrate the importance of this duty. If these pages are read by parents who have no household altar, they are affectionately entreated, for the sake of their children, to set it up at once. It will bind the family more closely together. It will sweeten every joy and lighten every burden. It will brighten every path of toil and care. It will throw about the children a holy protection as they go out amid dangers. It will fill their hearts with the truths and influences of the divine word. It will weave into the memory of their home golden and silver threads which will remain bright forever. It will keep continually open a way between the home and heaven, setting up a ladder from the hearthstone on earth to the Father’s house in glory, on which the angels shall come and go continually in faithful ministry. Blessed is the home which has its family altar whose fires never go out. But sad is the home, though it be filled with splendors and with the tenderness of human love, in which the household never gather for united prayer.
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