Anywhere to Work for Thee
An exchange tells of two little Indian boys to whom the missionary, going back and forth across the plains on his errands of love, was a familiar figure. They were talking the other day as to what they would like to be and do when they were men. One exclaimed: “I wish I could be a preacher. Then I’d go and tell everybody all the good things I know.” The other hesitated for a while. It seemed to him the very best wish had been made, but suddenly his face brightened, and his shrill little voice rang out with a note of triumph:— “I wish I could be a horse and buggy; I’d carry the preacher to tell the good things.” Those who heard it didn’t laugh. They knew the earnestness of the heart from which it had come,—a heart willing to be anything or to do anything so that the “good things” might “go” to others,—willing to be even the preacher’s horse and buggy if he couldn’t be the preacher!