Paula the Waldensian - Eva Lecomte

"The Lord Jesus? Tell me about Him, mademoiselle; I have heard the
name--who is He?"
"The Lord Jesus is He who died on the cross, that you might go to
Heaven. He suffered much before He died. They despised Him. They beat
Him. They spat in His face. Even His own friends deserted Him and He was
so poor that He didn't have any place at night to lay His head. Yet, He was
God Himself. He died for our sins--and He rose from the dead. He is now in
Heaven, and He waits to receive you there, Louisa. None of us deserve to go
to Heaven, but He who was so perfect suffered in our stead. He died for all
of us sinners that we might be pardoned. I wish I could explain it better,
much better, but Jesus loves you, Louisa. I know He loves you more than
you could ever dream."
Louisa's wrinkled face lighted with a smile; but she did not seem able to
believe or comprehend this good news, which came to her, oh, so late in life.
"Oh, if it were only true," she murmured, as she clasped her hands
together and her eyes filled with tears.
"But it is true, Louisa; don't you believe it? See here, He knows very
well you live here alone with your cat, and that you are so sad, and that you
have nobody else to care for you. He wishes to be your Friend, and He will
be if you will ask Him. Why not ask Him now, Louisa?"
"Oh, perhaps so, some day, mademoiselle."
"Do it now, Louisa."
"No, no; not now."
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