Insignificance of Man a Plea for Mercy – Charles Spurgeon

YOU could not see on your road home tonight a poor fainting woman, and pass her by, I trust. You could not have brought in before your presence a half-starved child, that could not drag its weary limbs along, without feeling that you must give relief. The mere sight of weakness draws pity. It is said that, when a certain town was being sacked, one of the rough soldiery spared a little child, because it said, “Please, sir, don’t kill me, I am so little,” and the rough warrior felt the power of the plea. You may yourselves just plead thus with God. “O God, do not destroy me! I deserve it, but, oh! I am so little! Turn your power upon some greater thing, and let your affections move with compassion towards me!

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