A gentleman was once, when a lad, sailing down East River, near New York, which was then a very dangerous channel. He watched the old steersman with great interest, and observed whenever he came near to a stick of painted wood, he changed his course.
“Why do you turn out for those bits of wood?” asked the boy.
The old man looked up from under his shaggy brows, too much taken up with his work to talk, and simply said, “Rocks!”
“Well, I would not turn out for those bits of wood,” said the thoughtless boy; “I would go right over them.”
The old man only replied by a look, which that boy has not forgotten in his manhood. “Poor foolish lad,” that look said, “how little you know about rocks!”
God has one firm Rock in life’s tempestuous sea, but Satan has many sunken rocks of which God’s Word tells us, and warns us about. So shun the rocks for they lead to death. There are plenty of buoys to warn you where they lie hidden; and whenever you meet one, be sure and turn aside, for there danger lies.
ML 04/26/1936