THERE were three little boys playing together on the sands by the sea side, near Filey in Yorkshire. In their play they got upon the top of a flat stone, about as large as a table, and stood on it, and watched the tide coming in, till the water came right up to the top of the stone. Then how frightened they were, for they could not get away, and they thought they should be drowned, and never see their dear mother any more. They were in great danger, and they cried and called for help, but there was no one near except a little girl; she could not save them, but she ran as fast as she could to tell somebody. Soon she met a fisherman, and the fisherman ran to the place where the boys were. But the water had kept coming higher and higher, till it had got over the little boys’ shoes, and over their knees, and nearly up to their necks, and they could not move: but only stand still, and cling together and cry. The water was very smooth, or else they could not have stood so long; for if the wind had dashed the waves along, it would have swept them off before any help came; but it did not, and when the kind fisherman came, they were still standing on the rock in water. The fisherman waded into the water, and the little boys were glad to see him coming; then the fisherman took one little boy in each of his strong. aims, and the third on his back, and carried them to shore safely. Oh, how they put their arms round his neck, and clung to him, and how they did kiss him, and thank him! Well, just as that kind fisherman carried those little boys from death in the waters, to life on the land, so Jesus saves all He carries, and saves them from the dreadful second death, “the lake of fire,” to everlasting life. If one of those little boys had been foolish and wicked, and had hated his friend, and not let the fisherman carry him, he would have perished in the water; so all will perish that are not saved by Jesus. Would you like Jesus to carry you?
ML 04/29/1906