WHEN I was a boy I often bathed in the beautiful Kennebecasis River in New Brunswick. One day, before I had learned to swim, one of my companions encouraged me to make a shoot, through water over my depth, from the bank to a log. The bark came off the log as I clutched it, and let me slip back into the water in a state of dreadful fright. I thought I was about to be drowned, and did not know what to do. My companion, however, boldly jumped in, and, treading water beside me, helped and encouraged me to take hold of the log and clamber out. I dressed slowly, so as to be left alone when the others should go on, and knelt to thank God for sparing my life, for had I died then I feared I would go to hell. I had not then heard that “God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish but have everlasting life.” Thank God, I ever heard that word, and have been saved from a more terrible danger. Have you?
ML 10/12/1902