Some years ago there came to Los Angeles a so-called “human fly.” It was announced that on a certain day this man would climb up the face of one of the large department-store buildings. Long before the appointed time, thousands of eager spectators were gathered to see him perform the feat.
Without the use of ropes or safety nets, he mounted slowly and carefully, now clinging to a window ledge, sometimes to a jutting brick, and again to a cornice. Up and up he went, and at last he was nearing the top.
The watchers below saw him feeling to right and left and above his head for something firm enough to support his weight and to carry him further. Soon he seemed to see what looked like a gray bit of stone protruding from the stone wall. He reached for it, but it was just out of reach. Gathering his muscles, he sprang for it, grasped the protuberance and, before the horrified eyes of the spectators, fell to the ground—crushed.
In his dead hand they found a dusty mass of spider’s web. What he evidently mistook for solid stone or brick turned out to be nothing but dried froth!
How many today are thinking to climb to heaven by effort of their own, only to find at last that they have ventured all on a spider’s web—and are lost forever.
“All things are full of labor;
man cannot utter it:
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear filled with hearing.”
“Heaven and earth shall pass away,
but My words shall not
pass away.”