A Scotch minister in Glasgow was trying to illustrate the mighty love of Jesus. He told the story of a Highland mother who took her little boy one night and went over one of those Scotch hills. The snow came and she lost her way. Exhausted, she was finally forced to lie down in the snow, after covering the little lad with her own wrap.
The next morning the mother was found dead "but," said the minister, "her baby was found alive. If that boy grew up, he would be a man over thirty years of age now. If he is still living and thinks of that story of how his mother saved him by stripping herself, I am sure his heart would go out in love to such a mother. He would love her memory and would constantly thank God for what she did.
"And you, friend, are worse than an ungrateful son if you do not love Jesus Christ who laid down His life to save you.”
Within a few days the minister was called to visit a dying man who had lived in the depths of sin. He was the son of the mother of his story. He had wandered into the meeting that night and had heard again how his mother had given her life to save his. He could not get away from the fact that the Lord Jesus had died for him, too, a filthy, blasphemous sinner though he was. Now he needed cleansing before he was called into His holy Presence. With great joy the man of God could point this weary wanderer to the cross of Calvary where was shed for him "the blood of Jesus Christ His [God's] Son [which] cleanseth us from all sin." 1 John 1:77But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. (1 John 1:7).
Precious, priceless love of Jesus!
All-sufficient 'tis for me;
All my sins and all my sorrows
Fully met at Calvary.