The mother, who stood at
the door, with streaming eyes and throbbing heart, could no longer
restrain herself or her feelings.
12. She rushed into the street, clasped her child to her bosom, and wept
aloud. Every eye was filled with tears, and, for a moment, all were
silent. But suddenly some one gave a signal for a shout. One loud, and
long, and happy note of joy rose from the assembled multitude, and they
went to their business and their homes.
13. There was more joy over the one child that was found than over the
ninety and nine that went not astray. Likewise, there is joy in the
presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth. But still,
this is a feeble representation of the love of our Father in heaven for
us, and of the joy with which the angels welcome the returning wanderer.
14. The mother can not feel for her child that is lost as God feels for
the unhappy wanderer in the paths of sin. If a mother can feel so much,
what must be the feelings of our Father in heaven for those who have
strayed from his love? If man can feel so deep a sympathy, what must be
the emotions which glow in the bosom of angels?
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