MR. CRAWFORD was sitting in the railway coach, quietly looking out the window and enjoying the scenery as the train rolled swiftly along. He had an unusually happy look, for he was a Christian man, and was silently enjoying thoughts of God's love as he looked at the wonders of His mighty creation.
Presently the train stopped, and three men came down the aisle, and took three vacant seats right by Mr. Crawford. He looked up at them and greeted them pleasantly, and then turned to look out the window again. Before long, one of the men pulled out a pack of cards, and soon a game was in progress. Apparently they thought the game would be more interesting if they had another player, so they turned to Mr. Crawford.
"Join us in- a game of cards, will you? We need one more to make a good game."
"I can't play cards. I have no hands."
The three men looked at him astonished. They could easily see that he had hands just as well as they did, and asked him to explain.
"Well, what I mean is, my hands are not my own."
This didn't seem to be much easier to understand, so they asked him again what he meant.
"My hands," he said with a wonderful smile, "belong to the Lord Jesus Christ. He died for me on the cross, and I am bought at the cost of His own blood. I am not my own, and cannot use these hands for anything that would not please Him to whom I now belong."
Wasn't that a fine answer? Do you know what it is to belong to the Lord Jesus Christ?
If you have truly accepted the Lord Jesus as your own Saviour, then you belong to Him — every bit of you.
"Two little eyes to look to God,
Two little ears to hear His Word;
Two little feet to walk His ways,
Two hands to work for Him all my days.
One little tongue to speak His truth,
One little heart for Him now in my youth;
Take them, Lord Jesus, and let them be
Always obedient and true to Thee."
Messages of the Love of God 3/23/1958