SOME gypsies were one day riding along in a wagon. They were all laughing and talking and having a good time. Around the bend in the road they came to an old wooden bridge. The river had overflowed its banks and covered the road and part of the bridge.
Some of the gypsies screamed when they saw the wide river and the horses becoming frightened started to run. They crashed into the side of the old bridge. The railing gave way and wagon, gypsies, horses and all were thrown into the stream. Several were drowned.
One brave gypsy boy seized one of the horses going downstream and went to rescue his mother. She was so frightened she lost her self-control and would not let him help her. At last she sank beneath the water.
At the funeral the poor boy knelt beside his mother's casket and cried, "Oh, Mother, I did all I could to save you, but you would not let me!"
When the Lord Jesus was here upon earth, He wept over Jerusalem and those who rejected Him, saying, "How often would I have gathered thy children together, . . . and ye would not." Matt. 23:3737O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not! (Matthew 23:37).
"Come!" for angel hosts are musing
O'er this sight so strangely sad:
God "beseeching" — man refusing
To be made forever glad!
From the world and its delusion
Now our voices rise as one;
While we shout God's invitation,
Heaven itself re-echoes "Come!"
Messages of the Love of God 6/29/1975