The Children’s Friend
Then were there brought unto him little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray. — Matt 19:13
Those children must have been glad in after days to remember that Jesus had laid His hands upon their heads and blessed them. Sometimes the remembrance even of a human hand laid on the head in childhood stays all through life, and is a benediction.
A Christian man said late in his life that he could still feel the touch of his dying mother’s hand on his head as she bade him farewell and asked him to promise to follow Christ. A boy was brought to his father’s bedside, and was “kissed and blessed and given to God.” All through his youth, when there came any temptation to do wrong, the thought would come, “No, I must not do this, for I am the boy who was kissed and blessed and given to God.” When, later in life, burdens pressed and he was about to yield to despair, he would remember his father’s acts and words, and the remembrance would support him: “No; am I not the boy who was kissed and blessed and given to God?”
In the stress of life his mind at last gave way, and he spent years in the gloomy apartments of an insane asylum. And thence in his brighter moments he would write to his daughter: “Here I am shut away and very lonely. I have no one to sing to me as you used to do,—
‘Jesus, lover of my soul,’
‘Rock of Ages, cleft for me.’—
It seems very dark and hard; but yet I am the boy that was kissed and blessed and given to God.” Thus all through his life he was sustained and strengthened by the remembrance of his father’s last blessing. If all who have been consecrated to Christ, and have had His hand laid on them, would ever remember that holy touch, how pure and true would it make their lives!