Today I began reading The Necessity of Prayer by E.M. Bounds. The
following account begins chapter one—a beautiful expression of how faith
in God works for mankind. The story is over one hundred years old, but the
truth remains as relevant and beautiful as today’s sunrise.
“A dear friend of mine who was quite a lover of the chase, told me thefollowing story: ‘Rising early one morning,’ he said, ‘I heard the baying of
a score of deerhounds 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 is it, when human helplessness appeals to 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.” — A. C. Dixon.
We can still trust Him today—only believe.