October 16, 2012

Appeal

I heard my mother tell this story years ago. When she got to the end she was in tears. I couldn't understand why. Then I ran across it a few weeks ago in one of my homework assignments.

I understand now.
And I can't get through it without tears either...

"A dear friend of mine who was quite a lover of the chase, told the following story: 'Rising early one morning,' he said, 'I heard the baying of deer hounds in pursuit of their quarry. Looking away to a broad, open field in front of me, I saw a young fawn making its way across, and giving signs, moreover, that its race was well-nigh run. Reaching the rails of the enclosure, it leaped over and crouched within ten feet from where I stood. A moment later two of the hounds came over, when the fawn ran in my direction and pushed its head between my legs. I lifted the little thing to my breast, and swinging round and round, fought off the dogs. I felt, just then, that all the dogs in the West could not, and should not capture that fawn after its weakness had appealed to my strength.' So it is, when human helplessness appeals to the Almighty God. Well do I remember when the hounds of sin were after my soul, until, at last, I ran into the arms of Almighty God."

—E. M. Bounds on Prayer

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