“He Knoweth Our Frame; He Remembereth”
By Vera Chilton
WE had before us the old, old picture which never loses its beautiful pathos and tenderness—the sweet Babe of Bethlehem, born in a stable. My pupil, a gentle, graceful Mohammedan girl of some fifteen years, was seated at my feet, gazing earnestly, and listening most intelligently as the familiar story in all its sweet simplicity was unfolded to her. Then we had a little talk about the wonder of it, that the Saviour should leave his home of glory and be born in the greatest poverty and humility, and live a life of trial and sorrow. After explaining several truths with regard to this, I said, lovingly: “And when you are in want and trouble and sorrow, the dear Jesus knows all about it, and he wants to comfort you, and he sympathizes with you, because—” Here I paused to choose a word that might make it very clear and impressive. In a moment, her beautiful dark eyes were fixed on my face in great eagerness, and she said, so gently and earnestly, completing my unfinished sentence, “because he remembers just what it was like himself.” “Whosoever hath, to him shall be given.” Can we doubt that to a mind so receptive of this truth in its simplest form, the same grand truth contained in Heb. 4: 15, 16 will be revealed in all its mysterious fullness? “We have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are. Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.”