One of the survivors of the Norge sea disaster was a young girl who, when asked by a news reporter how she escaped, replied: "My brother and myself were going to visit our uncle in America. When the ship began to sink, he pulled me upstairs to where the lifeboats were. If he had not held me tightly, I should have been trampled on. Then he spoke some words (which I did not catch) very earnestly to the sailors who were putting people into one of the nearest boats. Then he lifted me in his arms and handed me over the side of the ship. Somebody in the lifeboat, which was already full, helped me in and got me a seat.
"Of course, I never doubted my brother was following, but the boat immediately rowed off. He was waving to me from the deck. No one knows my agony: my darling, my only brother sacrificed his life for me."
This pathetic incident is but a faint shadow compared with the grand old story of Jesus the Son of God, who laid down His spotless life for poor hopeless sinners. Happy is every one who can say with the Apostle Paul: "The Son of God who loved me, and gave Himself for me." Gal. 2:2020I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. (Galatians 2:20).