AT the large window of a fine house, looking out on to the high road, lay on a sofa a helpless cripple. He was a very wealthy man, but was in almost constant pain in his head and limbs, from severe injuries received in early life. Visitors who did not know his story would ask him why he was so fond of lying at that window.
"Years ago," he would say, "I was in perfect health and was walking down that road, and was just beginning to descend the steep hill beyond, when I heard a clattering behind me, and turning around I saw a light buggy with a runaway horse coming tearing along the road. I rushed forward and stopped the horse, and saved the life of a little girl who was in the buggy, but became so badly injured that I have been a helpless cripple ever since. That little girl must now be grown into a fine young woman; but though I have spent hours every day for years at this window, I have never seen her since.
She has never once called to thank me."
I think I hear you say, What an ungrateful and hard-hearted girl, but dear young reader, have you ever "called" to thank Jesus yet? Perhaps the child did not know who it was that saved her life or his address; but you do know who died for you, and where He lives too.
Have you thanked Him for all that He suffered on that cruel cross, in bearing the punishment from God, on account of your sins so that you may be saved forever?
Jesus is not indifferent either, as to whether you thank Him or not. He wants you to be able to say,
Messages of God’s Love 9/11/1932