A great surgeon operated on a little boy, whose foot was twisted out of shape. His parents were very poor, but at last a friend had taken the lad to an eminent doctor.
After a successful operation, the friend came to take the little invalid home. He said to the boy, “What a beautiful hospital you have been in.”
“Yes,” said the boy, “but I love the doctor best.” Then the friend spoke of the nurses and their kindness.
But the boy replied, “Yes, they are kind, but oh! you should know how kind the doctor is.”
When he brought the boy home, his mother was charmed to see her son again. She fell on her knees, and looked at once at his foot. “Why, it is just like any other boy’s foot now,” she exclaimed in delight. But all the time the lad was saying to her, “Mother, mother, you ought to know the doctor―the doctor who made me well.”
Has the Lord Jesus not done a thousand times more for us than the surgeon did for the boy? If so, shall we not speak of His worth and power and goodness? Ah; if we feel how much we owe Him we shall feel we cannot extol Him too highly.