A LITTLE, boy, who was born in the city, and had never seen the ocean, was one day taken with a number of other children to the seaside, to spend a whole day there.
When he first came in sight of the bay with its bright sunshine, and saw the tide roll in waves on the shore, he gave one long, satisfied look, and then said,
“How nice it is too see plenty of anything!”
Poor boy, these words told a touching tale; he had never in his parents’ home, known what plenty was. Poverty was there, and often-times they had to be content with a little bread and butter, while others enjoyed plenty, and that was why, when he looked at the sea, his first thought was that there was enough and to spare in that wide ocean. God had made plenty, there was no stint there.
Another little boy said on first seeing the sea,
“How great God must be who made it!”
This perhaps is the thought of most of us when we see anything great or wonderful, whether it be the sea, the mountains, or the sky above us. All is so wonderful, and alike speak to us of the great power of our God.
But if we think of His love, we must look somewhere else, for though His love is seen in providing us with food and clothing, yet the greatest proof of His love is seen in the gift of Jesus, who came to die for us, to atone for our sins, to fit us for His presence, where all must be pure and holy if we would enjoy dwelling with God, for He is holy. And the ocean of His love is enough to satisfy the longings of all the world, if they desire it.
ML 09/24/1933