The Poor Family's Gratitude

By ~ CescFà L Tawmbing 

 

Writer's Note : Sermon thupi ka sak khat' kon share deh, Sunday lopna lah hi, kipahna dan him2 theilou khawng om khak theih ahih chiah..:-P

As a poor, pious man was sitting by his little fire one cold evening, with his wife and chldren, he said to them, "I've been thinking a great deal today about that part of Scripture, 'The Son of man had not where to lay his head.' How wonderful it is, that we, who are so sinful, unworthy, and helpless, should be more favoured than He was!"

"It was wonderful, indeed, father" said the eldest girl, "for though our house is mean, and our food scanty, compared with the houses and way of living of great folks, yet it seems that Jesus Christ was not so well provided for as we are" 

"I'm right glad to hear you speak in that way, Sarah" said the wife."How happy we all are in our little dwelling this cold night; and as soon as we wish, we have beds to rest ourselves upon; wherein, sharp and piercing as the frost is, and bleak and stormy as the wind blows, we shall be comfortable and warm; and yet the Son of man, as your father has just told us, 'had not where to lay His head.' O, that this thought may make us thankful for many mercies!

"Tommy" said the father, "reach that hymn, which our dear minister gave you last week at the Sunday School; and as our hearts are in a good frame, let us try to keep them so by singing it"

The whole company then - father, mother and children, with a glow of sacred ardour and pleasure, sang the hymn entitled, "The Son of Man Hath Not Where to Lay His Head." 

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