He Suffered for Us

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A FIERCE war raged in India between the English and Tippoo Sahib. On one occasion several English officers were taken prisoners, among them one named Baird. One day a native officer brought in fetters to be put upon each of the prisoners, the wounded one not excepted. Baird had been severely wounded, and was suffering from pain and weakness.
A gray-haired officer said to the native official, “You do not think of putting chains upon that wounded man?” “There are just as many pairs of fetters as there are captives,” was the answer, “and every pair must be worn.”
“Then,” said the noble officer, “put two pairs on me; I will bear his as well as my own.” This was done. Strange to say, Baird lived to regain his freedom — lived to take that very city, but his noble friend died in prin. Up to his death he wore two pairs of fetters. But what if he had worn the fetters of all in the prison? What if, instead of being a captive himself, he had been free and great, and had quitted a glorious palace to live in their loathsome dungeon, to wear their chains, to bear their stripes, to suffer and die in their stead, that they might go free?
ML-04/15/1962