March 18, 2013

From my reading...

A dear friend of mine who was quite a lover of the hunt, told me the following story.  "Rising early one morning, he said, "I heard the barking of a number of dogs chasing deer.  Looking at a large open field in front of me, I saw a young fawn making its way across the field and giving signs that its race was almost run.  It leaped over the rails of the enclosed place and crouched within ten feet of where I stood.  A moment later, two of the hounds came over and 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.  Just then I felt that all the dogs in the West could not and would not capture that fawn after its weakness appealed to my strength."  So is it, when human helplessness appeals to Almighty God.  I remember well, when the hounds of sin were after my soul, that at last I ran into the arms of Almighty God.  - A.C. Dixon
And I remember, too, A.C. Dixon, I remember, too...

4 comments:

Maritza said...

Mary, I've been meaning to tell you ... I love reading your blog posts ! I love you so very much!

Randy Scott said...

I like... This a wonderful allegory!

Mary said...

Dear Maritza - I love you too - thank you for taking the time to read my blog :o) You're a wonderful friend XO.

Mary said...

Thanks Rand - XOXO