A gentleman saying a few parting words to some children one evening, made a very peculiar wish. What do you think it was? You could not guess for the life of you, so I must tell you. He said,
“I wish you were all like little conies!”
I believe all the children would laugh. For what are conies? They are small creatures something like rabbits, and they are feeble and timid, I think I hear the boys saying,
“Then I don’t wish to be a coney,” and the girls are thinking the same. But what made him wish they were like conies? Here is the reason,
You have never tried to catch a coney. But perhaps you have tried to catch a rabbit—have you? How do you go about it? You move up just as quietly as ever you can—lifting your feet as if you were walking on eggs, for fear you disturb him. You are holding your breath to make the final spring and your heart beats fast for you are sure you will catch him—when lo! the object of your chase plays at right about face, and just as you are gasping for a breath of air you see the little white tail disappear into a hole. You feel disappointed, but you feel proud that you nearly had it.
The coney flees to a stronger place—it flees to the rocks. In the rock it is secure from every foe. Feeble—it flees to a strong place.
Ah! these feeble little creatures are wiser in their ways than the children of men. They know their weakness and take refuge in the strength of the rock.
Dear children, there is a strong enemy who seeks your destruction; his name is Satan. You cannot stand and face this foe in your own strength, for he is too strong.
If you are going to be safe, you must flee to a place of safety. You ask,
“Where shall I flee?”
Flee to Jesus—He is the Rock—the place of safety, and He stands with outstretched arms saying,
“Come unto Me.”
Then flee now, and do not tarry,
and you will be among those that God calls wise.
“Safe in Christ, the weakest child
Stands in all God’s favor,
All in Christ are reconciled
Through that only Saviour.”
ML 08/30/1936