A great teacher of England, passing through a hospital, stopt
beside a little wan-faced crippled boy, who was dying. The
handsomest man in England stooped to that little stranger,
saying, “My boy, God loves you.” An hour later, the little
cripple, in a wonder of happiness, called one nurse after
another to his side, exclaiming, “He said, ‘God loves me!’” and
with smiles wreathing his face, the dying boy repeated the magic
word. But to go toward the god of nature is to lie down in a bed
of nettles. Nature exhibits God as a purple earthquake. Going
toward nature is going toward a sheaf of red-hot swords. Man
subdues nature’s fire and wind and water, and makes them serve.
Back of these rude physical forces that are to help man’s body
stands the infinite Father. Man’s body, on a snowy day, needs a
blazing fire on the hearth, and man’s heart needs God’s love,
that redeems, guides, and forever saves.--N. D. HILLIS.
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=God Our Guide=--See GUIDANCE, GOD’S.