One sunny autumn day little Frank was sauntering back from school when, as he neared his home, he saw Eliza, the wife of one of his father’s servants, dragging along a large branch of a tree which the wind a few days before had blown down for it had been very stormy.
“Let me help you, Eliza,” said kind-hearted boy; and thereupon he lifted up the other end of the thus lightening the burden for her.
“Thank you, Master Frank,” said the woman. “Ah! if you could help, me to bear my burden of sins, that would be a comfort. But here I dragging them about day after day and every day they grow heavier.
“But, Eliza,” said the child, “mama says we don’t need to carry any of the burden of our sins. Jesus Christ has carried it all for us, if we believe on Him.”
“Ah!” said Eliza, as she related the story, “that minute I saw it all. I had been trying to bear my own sins, when the Bible says, ‘Who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree. I went home just believing this, and I have been happy ever since.”
“Christ died for our sins,” 1 Cor. 15:3.
ML 07/14/1946