The Little Child and the Big Book.
I like to think of Christ as a burden bearer. A minister was one day
moving his library up stairs. As the minister was going up stairs with
his load of books his little boy came in and was very anxious to help
his father. So his father just told him to go and get an armful and take
them up stairs. When the father came back he met the little fellow about
half way up the stairs tugging away with the biggest in the library. He
couldn't manage to carry it up. The book was too big. So he sat down and
cried. His father found him, and just took him in his arms, book and
all, and carried him up stairs. So Christ will carry you and all your
burdens.
The Horse that was Established.
There was a little boy converted and he was full of praise. When God
converts boy or man his heart is full of joy--can't help praising. His
father was a professed Christian. The boy wondered why he didn't talk
about Christ, and didn't go down to the special meetings. One day, as
the father was reading the papers, the boy came to him and put his hand
on his shoulder and said: "Why don't you praise God? Why don't you sing
about Christ? Why don't you go down to these meetings that are being
held?" The father opened his eyes, and looked at him and said, gruffly:
"I am not carried away with any of these doctrines. I am established." A
few days after they were getting out a load of wood. They put it on the
cart. The father and the boy got on lop of the load, and tried to get
the horse to go. They used the whip, but the horse wouldn't move. They
got off and tried to roll the wagon along, but they could move neither
the wagon nor the horse. "I wonder what's the matter?" said the father.
"He's established," replied the boy. You may laugh at that, but this is
the way with good many Christians.
The Scotch Lassie and Dr. Chalmers.
There is a story of Dr. Chalmers. A lady came to him and said: "Doctor,
I cannot bring my child to Christ. I've talked, and talked, but it's of
no use." The Doctor thought she had not much skill, and said, "Now you
be quiet and I will talk to her alone." When the Doctor got the Scotch
lassie alone he said to her, "They are bothering you a good deal about
this question; now suppose I just tell your mother you don't want to be
talked to any more upon this subject for a year. How will that do?"
Well, the Scotch lassie hesitated a little, and then said she "didn't
think it would be safe to wait for a year. Something might turn up. She
might die before then." "Well, that's so," replied the doctor, "but
suppose we say six months." She didn't think even this would be safe.
"That's so," was the doctors reply; "well, let us say three months."
After a little hesitation, the girl finally said, "I don't think it
would be safe to put it off for three months--don't think it would be
safe to put it off at all," and they went down on their knees and found
Christ.
[Illustration: The Sermon on the Mount. GUSTAVE DORE. Matthew, v.]