Dear old Grandma! She seemed to love everyone, and everyone loved her, especially children. So it wasn’t surprising that when Grandma sat out in the sunshine, she was often surrounded by boys and girls. They watched her busy hands knitting; they brought her little bouquets of flowers; but best of all, they loved to hear her tell stories.
One day, beside her knitting and her Bible, she had a little box on her lap.
“What’s in the box, Grandma?”
“Come close and I will show you.”
Four pairs of eyes watched eagerly as Grandma raised the lid, and there it was—a big curl of beautiful golden hair!
“Whose is it, Grandma?” “It’s my own.”
The little ones looked from the gold in the box to the pure white on Grandma’s head but they said nothing.
“When I was a little girl my father cut that off with an ax! Shall I tell you the story?”
“Please! Yes, please!”
“My dear father was chopping wood in the yard, and I was running about playing with my cat. Suddenly, just as Father’s sharp ax was about to come down hard on the log, I tripped and fell with my head against the wood. With a crash the ax came down just as I screamed.
“Poor Father fell to the ground with a groan. He thought surely he had killed me. But he soon jumped up and picked me up in his arms. When he saw that I was not injured at all, he knelt beside the log and together we thanked the Lord for the wonderful deliverance. As he turned again to the log, he found a curl of my hair which had been cut off by the ax.
“With renewed thanks, to God, he took up the curl and gave it to me to keep. Here it is, and it still reminds me of God’s goodness and care.”
The boys and girls were thrilled with her story and they told her so. Grandma just smiled and went on to tell them more of the wonderful Saviour whom she loved so well. She told of the Lord Jesus, God’s dear Son, who hung upon the cross while God’s rod of judgment was raised and brought down upon His sinless head. That judgment was just what you and I derved, but Jesus bore it all instead. Now this Saviour who once died, is risen again and seated at God’s right hand in heaven.
Have you ever owned your guilt before God and thanked the Lord Jesus for bearing the punishment for you?
ML 06/13/1954