Mr. and Mrs. Warner and their six-year-old son and daughter lived deep in N.W. Queensland, Australia, 84 miles away from the railway. Mr. Warner and little Anne had to go to town for provisions. While they were gone Peter became ill, so ill that Mother decided to get him to the doctor. The nearest doctor was 200 miles away, and there was no telephone or telegraph nearer than the railway.
Mrs. Warner packed up some food, saddled her horse, and together they started out. Heavy rains made the journey a nightmare. She put Peter on the front of the saddle. On the way she had to pass over mountains and deep valleys. One night they took shelter in a cave in the mountain side. Peter moaned all night in agony. The next day about sundown they came to a swollen stream and found shelter in an old deserted shack.
Next morning at dawn she swam her horse across the creek, and after another day of slow travel they came to a bank of another swollen stream. They took shelter under a big gum tree. Then, making poor Peter as comfortable as possible, she sat down and waited for daylight. Morning saw her pushing her horse through the flooded creek. Then at last she arrived at the railway station about noon. The horse was exhausted and she was practically unconscious through want of sleep and lack of food.
Peter was put on the train which had been delayed by the floods, and brought to town where on arrival he was hurriedly operated on. The operation was successful and Peter was spared.
Here is another example of a mother’s love which would not let her boy go into death without straining every nerve to save him. Love held on, worked on, suffered on till it won.
This is a faint picture of Another’s greater love. He saw that the sentence of death was upon us, due to our sins. Our plight was desperate, hopeless and helpless of ourselves, and God, who is Love, “so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” John 3:1616For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. (John 3:16).
The blessed Saviour sought until He found us. Love would not let us go into death, and no effort was too great and no sacrifice too costly for Him to accomplish this.
Blessed be His Name. Don’t you love Him, dear reader, because He first loved you?
O love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee,
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
ML-10/23/1977