The Hidden Child |
[From
Remarkable Providences. Compiled by Elder R. H.
Pittman in 1940] |
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From The Primitive Baptist, Christian Pathway, Gospel
Appeal, Elder Mark Green Editor, January, 2020 Issue
There is no earthly affection so devoted, steadfast,
patient, pure and true as that which glows within a mother's
heart, says Mr. H. I. Hastings in his "Readings for Leisure
Moments." One of the most touching accounts of maternal
affection which we have heard was related by Mr. Norman
McLeod, of Scotland, in an address delivered in Glasgow.
He said that
one cold day in winter a Scottish mother was obliged to
cross a bleak mountain with her infant son in her aims. As
she ascended the heights the weather grew very cold, and she
began to fear that both she and her babe would freeze to
death. She resolved to save the child if possible, and so
she took her shawl and wrapped it round the little boy, and
laid him snugly in a cleft in a rock, where the chilling
blasts could not disturb him. The night wore away: the poor
woman grew numb and cold and stupid, and at last lay down
and slept; and in the morning she was found, frozen stiff
and dead; while her little boy was warm and well and sweetly
sleeping in the rocky cleft where a tender mother's hands
had laid him down.
Such is a
mother's love. But how soon this love exhausts its source!
This mother loved her child better than her life; but then
she could do no more for him, and was forced to leave him to
the mercies of a cold and stormy world. But God's love
outlasts a mother's; God's pity never fails. And though the
loving Christ died for sinners, yet He lives again, and
lives to love them still.
When Mr.
McLeod had related this truthful narrative, an old soldier
came forward with tears in his eyes, and said, "That was my
mother. She died to save my life. She hid me in the cleft of
the rock. I love her, and I hope that I love my Saviour,
who, when I was in danger of dying the second death, said to
me, 'I will put thee in the cleft of the rock and will cover
thee.'
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