“Mamma,” asked little Debbie one night, as her mother was putting her to bed, “what makes your hand so scarred and twisted?”
“Well,” said Mother, “I’ll tell you, since you asked. Several years ago when you were a very little girl, one night after I had put you to bed I heard you cry upstairs. I came up and found the bed was on fire. I took hold of you, tore off your burning clothes, and while trying to get you away safely my hand was terribly burned. It has been scarred and twisted ever since.”
Debbie loved her mother more than ever after hearing that story.
There was One who passed through fire and judgment to save sinners like you and me. He took our place in that judgment which we deserved for our sins, that we might be saved. Now all who own Him as their Saviour and Lord will never have to experience the fire of God’s judgment. But those who reject Him will.
ML-03/20/1966