I CAN recall distinctly an incident that occurred during my boyhood.
It happened near Enfield Lock.
I was strolling leisurely down a narrow pathway, on the right of which was a cornfield, on the left a running stream, broad and deep.
I had noticed in the distance two little children sitting on a stile at the top of the bank near the stream.
As I wended my way towards them I observed that quite suddenly they had both disappeared from view, and knowing it to be a dangerous part, I hastened to the spot, and to my horror found that the younger child had slipped from the stile, rolled down the bank, and was now struggling in the deep water. The elder child stood by terrified, and unable to render any assistance other than raising an alarm. As quick as I could I rushed to the waterside, and my arm being longer and stronger than the elder child’s, I was able to reach and to save the little one from drowning.
She had been in imminent danger of being drowned. She also knew full well that she needed a saviour. But now she was saved, and she knew it. It was well for her that I was so near and able to save her. Now this may remind us of the following scriptures:
“Mighty to save.” “Able to save.”
Years rolled by, and the question of my own soul’s salvation was pressed upon me by an earnest Christian, and for the first time in my life it dawned upon me that I was in peril, and that I needed a Saviour, Him of whom it is written:
My pressing need brought me to that precious Saviour, whom I gladly accepted.
Have you accepted Him?
ML 02/25/1906