"Well," said the mother, "my child, when you were younger than you are now, years ago, one night, after I had put you to bed, I heard a cry, a shriek, upstairs. I came up and found your bed on fire and you were on fire; and I took hold of you, and I tore off your burning garments, and while I was tearing them off and tried to get you away, I burned my hand, and it has been scarred and twisted ever since, and hardly looks any more like a hand; but I got that, my child, in trying to save you."
I wish today I would show you the burned hand of Christ. Burned in plucking you out of the fire; burned in snatching you away from the flame. Aye, also the burned foot, and the burned brow, and the burned heart, burned for you. "By His stripes we are healed."
T. De Witt Talmage, page 24 in One Thousand Evangelistic Illustrations, edited by Webb, A. (1924). New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers