Sir Godfrey Gregg OHPM, ROMC, LOM
“Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.” (John 16:24).
I read this story that I am sharing with you today. There are few striking points that you must take note of and see the best way you can apply them to your life and daily activities. The Bible coaches us that the least we do for Jesus is precious in His sight. In another culture, it states that great gifts come in small packages. You will have an opportunity to chose after reading this message. We ought to treat others the way we want to be treated.
During the Civil War, a man had an only son who enlisted in the armies of the Union. The father was a banker and, although he consented to his son’s going, it seemed as if it would break his heart to let him go.
He became deeply interested in the soldier boys, and whenever he saw a uniform, his heart went out as he thought of his own dear boy. He spent his time, neglected his business, gave his money to care for the soldiers who came home invalid. His friends remonstrated with him, saying he had no right to neglect his business and spend so much thought upon the soldiers, so he fully decided to give it all up.
After he had come to this decision, there stepped into his bank one day a private soldier in a faded, worn uniform, who showed in his face and hands the marks of the hospital.
The poor fellow was fumbling in his pocket to get something or other, when the banker saw him and, perceiving his purpose, said to him:
“My dear fellow, I cannot do anything for you today. I am extremely busy. You will have to go to your headquarters; the officers there will look after you.”
Still, the poor convalescent stood, not seeming to fully understand what was said to him. Still, he fumbled in his pockets and, by and by, drew out a scrap of dirty paper, on which there were a few lines written with a pencil, and laid this soiled sheet before the banker. On it he found these words:
“Dear Father: “This is one of my comrades who was wounded in the last fight, and has been in the hospital. Please receive him as me.”
In a moment all the resolutions of indifference which this man-made, flew away. He took the boy to his palatial home, put him in Charlie’s room, gave him Charlie’s seat at the table, kept him until food and rest and love had brought him back to health, and then sent him back again to imperil his life for the flag.
You see Commanding mothers and officers, brothers and sisters. He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities and with the stripes, our Jesus received we are healed. Hallelujah, when His wounded hands touch mine, oh Jesus sets me free through all eternity when His wounded hands touched mine.