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I have a friend in the City of Glasgow, who, many years ago, found himself in Barlinnie prison because of his sin. He was given to drunkenness, became a sot, and grieved the heart of his godly mother. After serving his term of imprisonment, he found his way back again to the old home, and the mother who loved him pleaded with him to sign the pledge. But, like the honest man he was, he said, "No, Mother, I have signed enough pledges to paper the wall; I need something more than a pledge." But she said to him, "Sinclair, perhaps if you sign it this time it may help you," and having a pledge near at hand, she urged her wayward boy to sign the paper. But again he said, "No, Mother, I am not going to sign another pledge. I need a power that can make me a sober man, and change my life."
Growing desperate, his mother took a knife and opened one of her veins, and dipping a pen into her flowing blood, she said, "Sinclair, sign it with your mother's blood, and that may help you." I heard him say one night before a crowded audience, "What the blood of my mother could not do, the blood of Jesus Christ accomplished," and that man tonight is preaching the Gospel of the Redeemer. --Christian Herald
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