When we look at the picture of those three crosses, with Jesus, our Saviour, in the midst, our hearts seem to stand still, as we remember how He died for us.
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Now, I am going to tell you a true story, which a nurse told me, about one of her patients.
One day she was visiting a man who had been ill for many months; and when his wife opened the door to her she exclaimed, "Oh, nurse! he is better! He has had such a wonderful dream!"
So the nurse hastened upstairs, and to her amazement the man's face was quite altered, and, instead of despair and suffering, he looked inexpressibly happy.
"Nurse!" he said. "Do you remember saying to me yesterday, 'Prepare to meet thy God'?
"But while I was thinking, ever so sorrowfully, about those words, I seemed to fall asleep; yet what I saw seemed happening before my eyes.
"I saw the Cross of our Saviour, set up in front of me, and He was nailed to that cross with cruel nails. And close to the cross, between me and it, I saw a great deep hole—and I found myself moving nearer and nearer to that dark pit.
"Then I knew that I should fall into it, because I was not prepared to meet God; and yet I could not but look on our Saviour's face, for tears rolled down it, and I did not like to see Him cry!
"So I said to someone standing by, 'Why does our Saviour cry?' and he said, 'Because you will fall into that pit. He is dying to save you, but you will not come to Him to be saved!'