“White Rain!”
Somewhere in France, one dreary day during the first World War, two Allied soldiers stood looking out of the barracks at the unhappy landscape.
One was Sam, a big native of Africa, who felt the bitter cold more than his British friend. Suddenly Sam’s expression changed and his face was animated with excitement. It had started to snow!
“What’s the matter, Sam?” asked his friend.
“Oh, white rain!” Sam replied in an awed whisper.
“That’s snow, man. Haven’t you seen snow before?”
“Never! We have no snow in our country.”
As the snow continued to fall thick and fast, Sam ventured outside. His delight knew no bounds as the fleecy flakes fell upon him and transformed the bleak countryside into a wonderland of white.
His British friend, a Christian, watched him for several minutes and then asked: “Sam, is there anything whiter than snow?”
“Oh, yes,” answered Sam reverently. “The soul that is washed in my Saviour’s blood is whiter than this beautiful snow.”
“Where did you hear about that?”
“Away in my country. I learned about Jesus—how He shed His blood for me. And we used to sing, ‘Whiter than the snow!’ Oh, the grandness of it! Sins all gone, never to be remembered any more—washed all white in the blood of the Lamb!”
And the two soldiers, black and white together, shook hands as brothers in Christ Jesus. They had learned the great lesson, that no matter what color the skin, the precious blood of Jesus alone can cleanse the sinful heart.
“ T he blood of Jesus Christ His Son
cleanseth us from all sin.”