When my neighbor A—broke in business, and twenty-four hours made him a bankrupt, he came home, saying to himself, "Well, my money is gone, but Jesus is left." He did not merely come down to "hardpan," he came to something far more solid—to the everlasting arms. When another friend laid her beautiful boy in his coffin, after the scarlet fever had done its worst, she laid her own sorrowful heart upon the everlasting arms. The dear little sleeper was there already. The Shepherd had His lamb.
I do not ask my cross to understand
My way to see:
Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand
And follow Thee.
If ye never had a sick night and a pained soul for sin, ye have not yet lighted upon Christ.
Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me,—
Secure of having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee.
Make not Christ a liar in distrusting His promise.
Will you tell Him frankly, that you cannot carry your load, and that you need help? Will you suffer Him to help you in His own way, and be glad and thankful if He will only take you under His care, and direct the whole course of your life for you?
