LESSON 36 The sheltering rock
More than half a century passed away.
That aged and faithful man of God had long ago been gathered to his fathers,
though his memory still lingered in many a retied glen, among the children's children of parents whom he had baptized.
His son, whose locks were white with age, was preaching to a congregation of Highlanders in one of our great cities.
The subject of his discourse was the love of Christ.
In illustrating the self-sacrificing nature of that "love which seeketh not her own," he narrated the above story of the Highland widow,
whom he had himself known in his boyhood, and he asked, "If that child is now alive, what would you think of his heart, if he did not cherish an affection for his mother's memory;
and if the sight of her poor tattered shawl, which she had wrapped around him, in order to save his life at the cost of her own,
did not fill him with gratitude and love too deep for words?
Yet what hearts have you, my hearers, if, in memory of your Saviour's sacrifice of himself, you do not feel them glow with deeper love and with adoring gratitude?"
A few days later, a message was sent to this clergyman by a dying man, who requested to see him. The request was speedily complied with.