Trodden under Foot
“Of how much sorer punishment, suppose ye, shall he be though worthy, who hath trodden under foot the Son of God….” (Heb. 10:29).
The story is told of a great scientist, a naturalist, who one lovely summer day, went out in the Highlands of Scotland to study under his microscope the heather bell in all its native glory. In order to see its perfection, he got down on his knees, without plucking the flower, adjusted his instrument, and was reveling in its color, its delicacy, its beauty, lost in “wonder, love, and praise.”
How long he stayed there he does not know, but suddenly there was a shadow on him and his instrument. He waited for a time, thinking it might be a passing cloud. But it stayed there, and presently looking up over his shoulder saw a Highland shepherd watching him. Without saying a word the scientist plucked a heather bell and handed it, with the microscope, to the shepherd that he, too, might see what he was beholding.
The old shepherd put the instrument up to his eyes, got the heather bell in place and looked at it until the tears ran down his rugged face like bubbles on a mountain stream. Then handing the microscope back to the scientist, he said, “I wish you had never shown me that. I wish I had never seen it.”
“Why? asked the surprised scientist.
“Because,” was the reply, “mon, this rude foot has trodden on so many of them.”
Even so, when once you look through God’s telescope—the Word of God—and see the marvels of His love displayed at Calvary’s Cross, you, too, will accuse yourself for having ever treated Him badly for a single moment. The Lord open our eyes to see the exceeding sinfulness of any light-hearted regarding of the sacrifice He made there for our salvation.
The story is told of a great scientist, a naturalist, who one lovely summer day, went out in the Highlands of Scotland to study under his microscope the heather bell in all its native glory. In order to see its perfection, he got down on his knees, without plucking the flower, adjusted his instrument, and was reveling in its color, its delicacy, its beauty, lost in “wonder, love, and praise.”
How long he stayed there he does not know, but suddenly there was a shadow on him and his instrument. He waited for a time, thinking it might be a passing cloud. But it stayed there, and presently looking up over his shoulder saw a Highland shepherd watching him. Without saying a word the scientist plucked a heather bell and handed it, with the microscope, to the shepherd that he, too, might see what he was beholding.
The old shepherd put the instrument up to his eyes, got the heather bell in place and looked at it until the tears ran down his rugged face like bubbles on a mountain stream. Then handing the microscope back to the scientist, he said, “I wish you had never shown me that. I wish I had never seen it.”
“Why? asked the surprised scientist.
“Because,” was the reply, “mon, this rude foot has trodden on so many of them.”
Even so, when once you look through God’s telescope—the Word of God—and see the marvels of His love displayed at Calvary’s Cross, you, too, will accuse yourself for having ever treated Him badly for a single moment. The Lord open our eyes to see the exceeding sinfulness of any light-hearted regarding of the sacrifice He made there for our salvation.