Down the steep slopes of a massive mountainside a little party of climbers were following their guide. It had been a wonderful day: first, the invigorating climb up the mountain; then the glorious air and far-reaching view from the summit. Now the little company were unroped and making a leisurely descent. The dangerous places seemed to have been passed, and they were almost in sight of their hotel.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, they came to a standstill before a yawning crevasse in a glacier. This must be crossed if they would reach their destination.
“Follow me," cried their guide. He leaped across to the other side.
One of the party obeyed and in a moment stood beside the guide. Another followed, and another, until all but one man were safely over.
This last man stood with white set face and horrorstricken eyes gazing at the dreadful crevasse. Weary with the day's climbing and utterly unstrung, all his nerve forsook him as he hesitated there. He cried in despair: "I can't!”
Swiftly the guide stepped nearer the opening. Holding out his strong right hand he said: "That hand has never failed the hand that grasped it.”
In a moment the traveler laid his hand in the one stretched out to him, jumped, and was safe on the other side.
Dear one out of Christ, the great abyss yawns before you. Only One can save you. But there He stands on life's pathway. He stretches out the hand that was once wounded for you—weary, sin-stricken, lost and guilty though you be. He can truly say: "That hand has never failed the one who has grasped it.”
Will you not trust Him?