From My Files: Jesus Holds Our Hand

Note: I’m trying to diminish (or eliminate completely) my files. I never go to them for information. Ever since this thing called the “internet” has come along, it is easier to key in a search and get all the info I ever wanted. But to keep from throwing away treasures I am going through the files. Most of it is of little value, but I am running across some really good stuff. I’ll be sharing some of that along the way under the heading “From My Files”. Today I was brought to tears by this wonderful article by Gerald Elliott. I remember getting his weekly bulletins from Deer Park, Texas for many years – and there were several wonderful articles. jd

JESUS HOLDS OUR HAND by Gerald Elliott

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I fear no evil; for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.”  Psalm 23:4

    During the Civil War, Abraham Lincoln would go to the hospitals to visit the wounded and dying soldiers. The compassion of the great president showed in the way he gently visited with each one.

     This story is told about Abraham Lincoln during one of those hospital visits. He lincoln_3639cstopped at the bed of one young man who was gravely wounded and not expected to survive much longer. Lincoln leaned down and asked the young soldier, “Is there anything I can do for you?” The boy said, “Yes, would you write a letter to my mother?” Abraham Lincoln sat down and wrote as he dictated. “Dear Mom, I was badly hurt while doing my duty and I’ll not recover. Don’t sorrow too much for me. May God bless you and father. Please kiss Mary and John for me.” So weakened by his wounds, the boy could not speak further. He could not even sign his letter. Lincoln signed the letter, “written for your son at his request, Abraham Lincoln.”

     As Lincoln was about to seal the envelope the young soldier gained enough strength that he asked, “May I read it before you mail it?” He looked at the letter and said, “Are you really the president?” “Yes, I am son…is there anything else that I can do for you?” The dying man said, “Would you mind holding my hand and seeing me through to the other side?” Abraham Lincoln set by that young man’s bedside and held his hand throughout the night. As dawn came, the young man’s grip weakened an d he died.

     Whatever we need, we need but ask. Our Lord Jesus will be by our side. When the dark shadows of the valley of death approach, He will be there to hold our hand. There is no evil to fear. Speaking of our Lord, the Hebrew (13:5,6) writer said, “I will never desert you nor will I ever forsake you’ that we may confidently say, ‘The Lord is my helper, I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?'”.

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