It was summer, and the rain, was pattering down, and little Arthur stood watching the rain-drops glistening in the sunshine. He was looking, too, at the flowers, and a particular rose took his fancy, though he had been forbidden to touch the blossoms in his papa’s garden. The rain ceased, and a beautiful bow appeared in the heavens. Arthur watched his opportunity, and presently crept out to the rose-bed, where, seizing his prize, he was about to pluck it, when. casting his eyes up towards the blue, he saw the vari-colored rainbow. At once by dropped the flower from between his fingers, and, rushing in to his mamma, breathlessly exclaimed:
“O, mamma, such a lovely painting in heaven! God has drawn His finger right across the sky because He was angry with me.”
Then he explained about his contemplated theft of the rose, and his fear of God’s anger when he saw the suddenly light above him.
“My son,” said his mother, “God’s love, and not His anger, set that bow in the cloud, but I would have you see the finger of God ever before you, pointing to the true way, to Him, and directing you from the way of sin.”
Arthur often thought of the finger of God after this, and it was a help to him, when he felt inclined to depend on his own will, to look to the Lord for strength, against the evil of his own heart.
The finger of God points to His Son as the Saviour from sin. Is Jesus yours Saviour and Friend?
The same finger is pointing out other words, read them,
ML 01/14/1940