A great surgeon operated on a little boy whose foot was twisted out of shape. His parents were very poor, but a friend had taken the boy to this well-known surgeon in another city. The operation took several weeks of being in the hospital, the friend came to take the little fellow 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 about the nurses and how kind they had been to him. But the boy replied, “Yes, they are kind, but oh! you should see how kind the doctor is.”
When the friend brought the boy home, his mother was very happy to see her son again. Right away she looked at his foot. “Why, it’s just like any other boy’s foot now!” she exclaimed in delight.
But all the time the boy was saying to her, “Mother, Mother, I wish you knew the doctor—the doctor who made me walk!”
Has the Lord Jesus not done a thousand times more for us than the surgeon did for the boy? Should we not speak of His worth and power and goodness? Oh, when we realize how much we owe Him we will feel we cannot praise Him too much or too often. He gave His very life for us on Calvary’s cross.
ML-01/11/1981