hter of
heaven. Will you trample His love under your feet? or will you, this
hour, give yourself to Him?

When our terrible civil war was going on, a mother received the news
that her boy had been wounded in the battle of the Wilderness. She
took the first train, and started for her boy, although the order had
gone forth from the War Department that no more women should be
admitted within the lines. But a mother's love knows nothing about
orders so she managed by tears and entreaties to get through the
lines to the Wilderness. At last she found the hospital where her boy
was. Then she went to the doctor and she said: "Will you let me go to
the ward and nurse my boy?"

The doctor said: "I have just got your boy to sleep; he is in a very
critical state; and I am afraid if you wake him up the excitement
will be so great that it will carry him off. You had better wait
awhile, and remain without until I tell him that you have come, and
break the news gradually to him." The mother looked into the doctor's
face and said: "Doctor, supposing my boy does not wake up, and I
should never see him alive! Let me go and sit down by his side; I
won't speak to him." "If you will not speak to him you may do so,"
said the doctor.

She crept to the cot and looked into the face of her boy. How she had
longed to look at him! How her eyes seemed to be feasting as she
gazed upon his countenance! When she got near enough she could not
keep her hands off; she laid that tender, loving hand upon his brow.
The moment the hand touched the forehead of her boy, he, without
opening his eyes, cried out: "Mother, you have come!" He knew the
touch of that loving hand. There was love and sympathy in it.

Ah, sinner, if you feel the loving touch of Jesus you will recognize
it; it is so full of tenderness. The world may treat you unkindly;
but Christ never will. You will never have a better Friend in this
world. What you need is--to come today to Him. Let His loving arm be
underneath you; let His loving hand be about you; and He will hold
you with mighty power. He will keep you, and fill that heart of yours
with His tenderness and love.

I can imagine some of you saying, "How shall I go to Him?" Why, just
as you would go to your mother. Have you done your mother a great
injury and a great wrong? If so, you go to her and you say, "Mother,
I want you to forgive me." Treat Christ in the same way. Go to Him
to-day and tell Him that you have not loved Him,