ARTHUR Harris was an orphan. Father and mother had died when he was too young to feel their loss, but their place was well supplied by his elder brother, David.
David was fifteen and a clerk in the city when their dying mother placed baby Arthur in his arms, and he promised to be to him, a father. Nobly he kept his word.
Many a dinnerless day and sleepless night he passed that Arthur might want for nothing, and enjoy the best education their town afforded.
Years passed: Arthur became a lawyer, but in his prosperity was too proud to acknowledge the brother to whom he owed his independence. Then David, stung to the heart, sought him out and reminded him of what he had borne for his sake.
“Is my lonely life, are my years of want and toil nothing to you?” he said. “O, Arthur! are they nothing to you?”
The appeal was coldly met, and they parted forever.
Dear young reader, are you doing likewise? Christ is saying unto you, “Is it nothing to you, all ye who pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like ‘unto My sorrow?’ Lam. 1:12. I bore for you what no earthly friend could bear. Can you harden your heart against Me?”
“O, think of the Lamb who on Calvary died.
And died for such sinners as we,
Of the thorns on His brow and the spear in His side,
When He suffered and bled on the tree.”
Is it nothing to you?
ML 04/16/1916