YEARS ago when the Indians were still fighting the white man, a family of Christians left Pennsylvania and settled in a distant place in the West. They had not been there long before a band of Indians, thirsting for blood, started on one of their terrible raids against the whites, and traveled in the direction of the Christian family’s home.
The red men were received with such open-hearted confidence and treated with such kindness by the Christians, that they gave up entirely their purpose of attacking them. They did not come to fight these children of peace who had proved themselves to be their friends, but they were on the warpath against those who had treated them as enemies. It was not in the heart of the Indians to injure that poor defenseless Christian white family. So on leaving, one of the Indian warriors took a white feather and stuck it over the door, to mark the place as a place of refuge and not to be molested by their fellow red men.
The Christian home was unharmed. The war raged all around; the nearby forest often re-echoed to the yell of the savage tribesmen, and many white settlers perished. But over the Christians’ door waved the white feather of peace, and beneath it the family slept without fear.
Those who are sheltered beneath the precious blood of Christ, whereby He made peace with God, can rest secure forever. They have the pledge of God’s own word for He had said, “When I see the blood, I will pass over you.” If the white man could trust the Indian and be safe, how much more can you if you trust the Saviour who died for you, and have the peace of God planted over you in life or death?
ML-12/02/1962