In the Highlands of Scotland there lived a godly woman. Early in her married life her husband was taken from her by death, and she was left with only a wee daughter to solace and comfort her. Tenderly she watched over the growth of the child until she reached winsome maidenhood. But, alas! in spite of the loving care bestowed upon her, the girl yielded more and more to the allurements of the world, finally leaving her simple home for a life of sin in a great city.
Sorrowfully the widowed mother waited to hear from her, but no word came from the absent one. Still, day and night her prayers ascended for the return of her wandering child. The years went slowly by, and then one dark night at midnight faltering footsteps came up the narrow pathway leading to the cottage. They paused at the lowly door and tremblingly the latch was lifted and a slight form slipped into the warm darkness within.
Awakening from a light slumber, the mother sprang from her bed to enfold to her heart her long-lost daughter. After the first joy of reunion had subsided, with their arms still clinging around each other, the girl asked: "Mother, why was the door unlocked at midnight, tonight?"
Caressing her daughter's dark hair the mother replied: "My darling, never since you went away has the door been locked by day or night. I prayed God to bring you home, and I left the door always unfastened that whenever you might come you would know you were welcome and might enter at once."
Dr. J. R. Miller, commenting on this touching little story, says: "So it is with Christ, the 'door' of God's love. This is a door that is easily opened; it is never locked. Christ loves to admit lost ones to His Father's blessedness." By Leonora Lacey Warriner, Signs of the Times, December 12, 1944

Quote: "Mountains can add to one's horizon or shut out the sun, according to the use one makes of them." Unknown, Signs of the Times, August 28, 1934