Emma’s Kiss – Dwight Lyman Moody

A gentleman one day came to my office for the purpose of getting me interested in a young man who had just got out of the penitentiary. “He says,” said the gentleman, “he don’t want to go to the office, but I want your permission to bring him in and introduce him,” and I took him by the hand and told him I was glad to see him. I invited him up to my house, and when I took him into my family, I introduced him as a friend. When my little daughter came into the room, I said, “Emma, this is papa’s friend.” And she went up and kissed him, and the man sobbed aloud. After the child left the room, I said, “What is the matter?” “O, sir;” he said, “I have not had a kiss for years. The last kiss I had was from my mother, and she was dying. I thought I would never have another one again.” His heart was broken.