ONE morning, I received by rail from M—, quite unexpectedly, a basket containing five live young carrier pigeons. When I opened it, a piece of paper was found inside, on which was written:
“Please liberate these birds at once.”
So the little prisoners were forthwith let go, and off they flew, round and round, higher and higher, the circle increasing each time. Then they suddenly went straight northward for their home at M—, sixty-four miles distant.
From a letter I afterwards received from the owner and sender (who is a perfect stranger to me as I am to pigeon flying), he said that some of these little creatures actually reached their home the same day and the rest next day, although he remarked that one of them was only fifteen weeks old and the others one year.
But why should they proceed to M—? Well, just because they were born there!
PIGEONS ALWAYS FLY TO THEIR BIRTHPLACE
when let loose. So do the children of God when they are, in the Lord’s good time, set free from their earthly tabernacle, or when the Lord comes for them. Yes, they go straight to their birthplace, their bright and happy home in glory. They are born from above, and above they fly, when the time arrives, to the Father’s house on high, to be with and like their precious Saviour, and to bask in the warm love and bright sunshine of His own blessed presence.
In John 3, we get that word to Nicodemus “Ye must be born again” (or anew), and then the blessed Saviour of sinners is presented to him for the salvation of his priceless soul.
DEAR CHILD, Where Is Your Eternal Home? Where would you proceed to if liberated today? Could you say it would be “absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord” or not? O, if not, do get it settled without further delay and before you are too late.
THINK OF The Love Of The Lord Jesus in coming down from that home and settling a work, at Calvary so that you might spend your eternity in that thrice-blessed home. Do make sure, dear one that that heavenly home is yours when the time comes, and enjoy the sense of it on the road to the satisfaction of Him who said,
“There’s a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky;
Where Jesus reigns in glory—
A home of peace and joy.
No home on earth is like it,
Or can with it compare;
For everyone is happy,
Nor could be happier there.”
ML 08/27/1933