A little story ...Anonymous and an old song.

I have been meaning to blog this. I wrote it down in the back page of my Bible many years ago. I think it's something I heard over the pulpit. I thought about it again this morning and thought I'd go ahead and share it.

Once there was a boy who stood on the beach collecting the starfish that the ocean's waves had brought to shore. As he found each starfish he would carefully throw it back into the depth of the sea. A man came over to the boy. Puzzled at the boy's action he said, "Boy, why do you even bother. There's so many thousands of starfish and only one of you. It doesn't really matter if you save a couple when thousands are lost everyday!"
At this the boy picked up a starfish and threw it far into the ocean. Looking at the man he replied, " It mattered to that one!"

I also heard a song yesterday called I See a Crimson Stream. Here's one of the verses that touched my heart.

When gloom and sadness whisper
You've sin'd no use to pray,
I look away to Jesus,
And He tells me to say:

I see a crimson stream of blood,
It flows from Calvary,
Its waves which reach the throne of God,
Are sweeping over me.

That's really so good to my heart that it makes me want to pray!