Many years ago, on the forks of the Delaware River, a tribe of Indians were brought under the sound of the gospel, and many of them were truly converted. Their greatest enemies were a band of soldiers, who at that time held part of the country. They very cruelly tread the Indians, especially those who had been saved.
One day an Indian Christian with his wife and only son, were traveling from one camp to another, when they were met by a company of these soldiers. These men began to torture the harmless pair, and at last shot the husband. While they were hiding her husband’s body, the wife escaped on foot into the forest, with her little boy on her back. All that day, and all through the night she hurried on, although her feet were torn and bleeding. At last she arrived at the camp of a friendly tribe the following day. She watched while they fed her hungry little boy, and put him to rest, and then she fell down unconscious. Every effort was made to restore the noble mother, but in a few hours she was gone.
That Indian boy owed his life to his mother. She died that he might live. When in after years he became chief of his people, he caused a monument to be set up on his mother’s grave in memory of her dying love.
Have you ever expressed your thanks to the Lord Jesus for dying to save you? Yes, He truly laid down His own life that you and I might be saved from our sins, and that we might have everlasting life.
ML 05/19/1968