A YOUNG telegraph operator in a provincial town longed for a message from heaven, but he could not have guessed it would reach him in the way it did.
He had been sleepless all night, thinking of his need of a Saviour; and in the morning he went to his work, with his heart full of the publican’s prayer, “God be merciful to me, a sinner!”
The sunny weather and summer scenery had no attractions for him, for he was longing for peace with God. Absorbed with his desire, he continued to pray, “God be merciful to me, a sinner,” and was constantly repeating the words, when the click of the signal told him that his office was called. He took his place at the instrument, and―with what emotion―spelled this message from Windermere: “July―,―. To Jane B―, at W―,―shire. Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world. ‘In whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace.’”
Such a telegram as that, the young man had never known to pass the wires before. It was addressed to a girl, who, in distress of mind, had written a letter to her brother, but it proved a double blessing, for it came to the operator also, on its way, as a reply from heaven to his prayer. He received, and rested in the Lamb of God.
Meantime, the telegram went to it destination, and brought a message of life also to the poor servant girl. Now, these words are living words still as true as ever, and mighty through God to save, not only two, but ten thousand times ten thousand.