I WAS walking across the fields, some time ago, and found a little lamb in a deep trench. It couldn’t help itself, and its mother couldn’t help it. The other sheep appeared unconcerned.
We were like that lamb, helpless, and our fathers and mothers couldn’t save us. Many other people, careless of our danger, and thinking themselves safe, were unconcerned. But Jesus came down to the place where we were; He even bore the punishment which we deserved, in order to deliver us, and set our feet upon a rock, and to save us from going down to the pit from which there will be no deliverance.
I lifted that lamb out of the trench, but it may have fallen in again. In any case it will probably go to the butchers.
ML 02/10/1918