Then there was a new stop. How to express your desire?

"I want to be better... I am bad, disobedient, but I really want to be kind and love You... Forgive me for cheating and swearing and stealing and fighting so much... Teach me what to do, Jesus... I want to be in heaven, with You, with my brother. Amen.

Tip stood up. The grave that hid the baby seemed quite different to him now; the blue sky, from the height of which the loving God heard his prayer, was different.

Yes, Tip let Jesus into his heart, allowed Him to change his life. And the Lord carefully took him into His hands in order to lead him in a direct and sure way into the eternal abode, where there will be all, washed by the Blood of the Savior and willing to follow Him at all costs.

Chapter 5

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.

(Psalm 118:105)

On Sunday, when Tip woke up early in the morning, he remembered that he was no longer the same Tip Levy, a ragged street boy. He entered a new life under the protection of Almighty God.

Tip had decided to go to Sunday school today, which he hadn't gone to since the day the young teacher told the boys a story that had so much impact on his life. Many days have passed since then. Unaware that the teacher was not from this world and had been in Sunday school by chance, Tip, in his heart, hoped to see her again.

The sun was already high, and he was still sitting on the bed and sadly examining his jacket. "Perhaps it would be better to turn it inside out?" he thought, and he did try, but at once he was convinced that it was impossible. Then he began to dream that it would be nice to have a clean, white collar, like the other boys. That too was impossible, because Tip had never had such a luxury in his life. The holes in his old, worn-out boots made him think again. He looked at the toes that peeked out of his boots in embarrassment. "Maybe it's better to go barefoot? A brilliant thought dawned on him.

"If my feet are clean, it will still be more decent!" He washed his head, hands and feet thoroughly. Then he returned to his room and combed his hair with a fragment of an old comb as best he could. He had never spent so much time at the toilet, but today, at all costs, he wanted to make himself clean and tidy. A cleanly washed face and neatly combed hair were all he had achieved, but even that was enough to make him unrecognizable.