“That’s the Good Shepherd,” thought Charlie.
“You can’t reach that round. Let me help you,” said the Good Shepherd. He laid down his crook and lifted Charlie at once. Then the beauty of the dream, its light, its ladder, the Good Shepherd, seemed to vanish, slowly though, even as the stars die away out of the early morning sky. Charley knew what it all meant. When he awoke and thought it over, he knelt by his bed and he prayed to the Saviour. He told him that he wanted to lead that better life, and would he not lift a little fellow where he could not climb himself? And a Saviour’s arms, ever waiting to raise us all, were lowered for Charlie’s help, and they lifted him to the “round higher up.”
Is it not time that we all looked upward, beseeching God to forgive us, receive us, and make us his forever? Forget not “the round higher up,” and through the strength of God, may it become yours! This very day may your feet be planted on it!