THE CIVIL WAR was raging and a mother received word that her son was mortally wounded. She immediately made her way to the front, knowing that those who were told to look after the sick and wounded could not care for her boy like she would.
Going to the doctor she asked, “Would you let me take care of my boy?”
“We have just let him go to sleep,” he answered, “and I’m afraid that if you go to him now the surprise might be too much for him.”
“But he may never wake up,” she pleaded, “and I should so dearly like to see him.” Oh how she did long to see him!
Finally the doctor consented. “But,” he said, “if you wake him up and he dies, it will be your fault.”
“Well,” she said, “I will not wake him up if I may only go by his bed and see him.”
So she went into the ward and there she saw her dear boy lying asleep on a cot. A long while she stood there, gazing on that loved face; and even as she lingered she could not resist laying her soft hand gently upon the fevered brow.
There was a mother’s love and sympathy in that touch, and the moment the slumbering boy felt it he whispered, “Oh, Mother, have you come?”
He felt the sympathy and the affection in the familiar touch of that hand. And if you, dear unsaved friend, will only let the hand of Jesus reach out and touch your heart, you too will feel the wondrous love and sympathy in it. O that every lost soul that reads these lines might come to the arms of the blessed Saviour of sinners and be saved!
Many are choosing Christ to-day,
Turning from all their sins away;
Heaven shall their blessed portion be;
Where will you spend eternity?
ML-01/20/1974