August 25, 2012


A South American traveler tells of a curious conflict which he once witnessed between a little quadruped and a poisonous reptile of great size. The little creature seemed no match for its antagonist that threatened to destroy it by a blow, as well as its helpless young, but it fearlessly faced its mighty enemy and rushing at him, struck him with a succession of fierce and telling blows, but received at the onset a deep and apparently fatal wound from the poisonous fangs, which flashed for a moment with an angry fire, and then fastened themselves deep into the flesh of the daring little assailant.
For a moment it seemed as if all were over, but the wise little creature immediately retired into the forest, and hastening to the plantain tree eagerly devoured some of its leaves, and then hurried back, seemingly fresh and restored, to renew the fray with vigor and determination. Again and again this strange spectacle was repeated; the serpent, although greatly exhausted, ferociously attacked, and again and again wounded its little antagonist to death, as it seemed; but the little creature each time repaired to its simple prescription, and returned to renewed victory. In the course of an hour or two the battle was over— the mammoth reptile lay still and dead and the little victor was unharmed, in the midst of the nest and the helpless little ones.
How often we are wounded by the dragon's sting—wounded it would seem to death! And if we had to go through some long ceremony to reach the source of life, we must faint and die. But blessed be His name! As near at hand as that which the forest holds in its shade, there is ever for us a Plant of healing to which we may continually repair and come back refreshed, invigorated, transfigured—like Him Who shone with the brightness of celestial light as He prayed in the mount; Who, as he prayed in the garden, arose triumphant over the fear of death, strengthened from on high to accomplish the mighty battle of our redemption.
—A. B. Simpson


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