Pastor Fred Musser says just before he left home for the first time to prepare for the ministry his gray-haired pastor, Rev. Temple, told him this story:

"When my son was small, we often walked together out through the fields and neighboring pasture behind the parsonage. At first the little fellow would hold onto my little finger, but he found that when he stepped into a hoof-print or stumbled over something, his grip would fail and down he'd go in the dust or snow. Not giving it much thought, my mind on other matters, I’d stop, and he'd get up, brush himself off, and grab my little finger again, gripping a little harder this time.

"Needless to say, this occurred frequently until one day as he was brushing himself off, he looked at me and said, 'Daddy?'I replied, 'Yes, Son, what is it?' He said, 'I think if you would hold my hand, I wouldn't fall.'

Pastor Temple then turned to me and with a tear in his eye he said, "You know, he still stumbled many times after that, but he never hit the ground. Now, as you walk with God, don't try to hold on to Him, let Him hold on to you. You may stumble but He'll never let you fall."

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Note: The Hymn I Know Who Holds Tomorrow would be a fitting followup to this if used as a concluding story.