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ot a fine work of art. The found him alone in the straw on boys like me?” “Everybody.”
keen critic would have the damp floor of his cellar. They And so day by day, she talked of
Npronounced it a daub. It brought him to the hospital, and the Christ of the picture, and at
did not cost much money, and hands, soft and delicate, last she said again, “Do you
the frame was of plain, uncarved ministered to him. He grew believe in Him?” And he said, “I
wood. better. The doctor said he would believe,” and two faces, bathed
But the picture told a story, and pull through. in tears, were lifted to the
told it well. For the background a One morning when the nurse picture.
rough stone wall; above it a came, and pulled up the blind to The boy left the hospital carry- A young clergyman was called
leaden sky; in the foreground a let the light fall upon his face, ing next to his heart a small in from the next ward. He looked
pale, weary-looking girl. In her she said, “Shall I read to you?” Bible, and in his heart the Christ. upon the face of the pillow. Then
arms she held a sick boy. And “No,” said the boy, and his eyes As the years rolled on, the nurse his eyes sought the picture and,
just in front of him the Christ sought the picture. “No, tell me thought often of the boy, but she as he fell upon his knees, he
stood. The patient, ever loving about that picture. Who is He?” was shut away from the world, said, “Thank God.”
Christ. His Hand, not yet “He is the Christ,” she said. And and her hours were long hours, “Who are you?” she asked. The
pierced, rested upon the head of then with a prayer in her heart so she heard nothing of him. eyes of the dying nurse sought
the sick boy. His eyes caught the she told the story of His life to Finally, grey-haired and and his. Her face was beautiful, not
upturned eyes of the lad, and in the boy. As she closed, she said, bent with age, she became ill of the glory of earth, as she
the faded eyes of the boy, the “Do you believe in Him?” and, at her request, they placed listened when he spoke: “I am
light was beginning to come “I believe in you,” said the boy, her in the bed opposite the the boy to whom you told the
back. and the next morning he said to picture of Christ and the child. story of the picture. My work is
The picture hung in a hospital. the nurse, “Tell me more about Many came to see her: old with the poor. We shall meet
On the bed right opposite the Him.” people whom she had nursed again.”
picture, tossing in fever, was a How glad the nurse was to tell back to health; children who “Lift me,” she said.
boy of the slums. Born of him! Her life had been one of loved her because her love “Ah,” he whispered, “you lifted
drunken parents, the boy was trials, but now she was stood between them and their me.” His strong right arm lifted
born to a heritage of woe. He anchored in a haven of rest, and fears; white-capped nurses her up. Together their eyes
knew nothing of what the word Christ’s voice had brought a crowded around her, for her life sought the picture.
“father” meant. He knew the calm to her troubled life. had blessed them. The first ray of the rising sun fell
“old man” well enough to keep As she told the old, old story, the The grey light of a newborn day upon the face of Christ, and
out of his way! boy said, “You know Him, don’t stole through the window, and when he gently lowered the still
He carried marks of cruel you?” “Yes”, she said, “thank all was still in that quiet ward. face to the pillow, he knew that
beatings on his face, and when God I do.” “And He loves boys?” Around the bed stood the she saw Him, “face to Face!”
the fever came, a policeman “He loves everybody.” “Rough nurses, for she was dying. -Selected

Johan Smit, Meiringspark, Klerksdorp, skryf:
raakgery en ek het vir hom ongeluk oop, waar ek vanaf plesier is om die HERE te dien.
raag deel ek my getuie- gesê om om te draai en te gaan 17:00 tot ongeveer 06:15 die Ek wou ook graag so gelukkig
nis met lesers van help. Hy het geweier. Ek en hy volgende oggend in 'n vlei gelê wees soos hulle.
GGOEIE NUUS. het begin stry en hy het beheer het. Daarom het my oë so Sedert Mei 1987 weet ek ook
Op 17 Aug. 1985 was ek, my oor die voertuig verloor. verswak dat ek pal bril moet wat ware geluk is, omdat ek die
vrou en ons tweelingdogters Die motor het gerol net nadat dra. Here gevind het!
by familie vir 'n braai. Na die die ander twee passasiers my Na my ontslag uit die hospitaal, Het ek daardie nag gesterf, het
braai het ek en my neef besluit uitgeskop het. 93 dae later het is ek na my ma vir versorging, ek definitief my oë in die hel
dat ons wil gaan drink. Ons het ek in 'n hospitaal uit my koma omdat my vrou moes werk om oopgemaak! Ek kan die HERE
na vriende op ‘n ander dorp wakker geword. Ek kon vir ses die pot aan die kook te hou. net gedurig dank vir die aan-
gery. My een dogtertjie wou maande daarna glad nie praat My ouers het elke aand met houdende gebede van my
saamgery het, maar haar doek nie as gevolg van nalatigheid hulle aandgebed by my bed geliefdes. Ek en my vrou bid vir
was nat. deur mediese personeel. kom kniel en gebid. Sondae ons kinders se redding en hou
Ons het nog twee ander Na heelwat oefeninge het ek het my pa my in my rolstoel elke dag aan die HERE se
vriende gaan oplaai. Later die egter weer begin praat, hoewel saamgeneem kerk toe. Deur beloftes vas.
aand, na baie drankies, het ons party mense vandag nog hulle volhardende voorbeeld Wees verseker van my gebede
beskonke huiswaarts gekeer. sukkel om my te verstaan. en gebed vir die redding van vir GOEIE NUUS. Dankie vir
My neef het 'n swartman My oë was die hele nag na die my siel, het ek gesien dat dit ‘n baie opbouende leesstof!