He said that after he had lain there a good while, God would call
"Jack!" and he would answer, "Yes; me Jack." Then he would stand before
God, and in His hands would be a very large book, a "Bible book." He said
God would turn the pages until he came to one where "John Britt" was
written, and then He would look to see if there were any "bads" written
there; but God would find no bads, "no no, nothing, none."
"No bads?" said the lady. "Have you never done anything wrong, Jack?"
"Oh, yes," he said quickly, "much bads"; and then he went on to show her
how the Lord Jesus Christ had taken the book and had found that very page
where Jack's own name was, and where all his "bads" were written down; and
He had put His hand all down that page, so that when God looked at it, none
of Jack's "bads" were there; only Jesus Christ's blood. "Then," he said,
"God would shut the book, and Jesus Christ would say to God, '_My_ Jack!'"
Perhaps you wonder what those bad things were which this boy knew he had
done. I will tell you of one thing which he particularly remembered. Once,
long ago, when he was quite a little boy, he had stolen a halfpenny from
his mother; this was one of the wrong things which he thought of as written
down upon that page, and he knew that without the precious blood of the
Lord Jesus Christ, God's Son, even that one sin would have been always
there. And so he often told people about this, and would smile with
happiness, and say, "Jack very much loves Jesus Christ.
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