" "Why, is your burden so great that Christ can't
carry it?" I asked. "No; it isn't too great for Him to carry; but I
can't put it on Him." "That is your fault," I replied; and I find a
great many people with burdens who, rather than just come to Him with
them, strap them tighter on their backs and go away struggling under
their load. I asked her the nature of her trouble, and she told me. "I
have an only boy who is a wanderer on the face of the earth. I don't
know where he is. If I only knew where he was I would go around the
world to find him. You don't know how I love that boy. This sorrow is
killing me." "Why can't you take him to Christ? You can reach Him at the
throne, even though he be at the uttermost part of the world. Go tell
God all about your trouble, and he will take away his sin, and not only
that, but if you never see him on earth, God can give you faith that you
will see your boy in heaven." And then I told her of a mother who lived
down in the southern part of Indiana. Some years ago her boy came up to
this city. He was a moralist. My friends, a man has to have more than
morality to lean upon in this great city. He hadn't been here long
before he was led astray. A neighbor happened to come up here and found
him one night in the streets drunk.
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