JAMES had a pious, God-fearing mother, who had never neglected any opportunity to impress his young mind with the urgent need of accepting the Lord Jesus as his Saviour in his youthful days. But he had constantly neglected to pay more than a passing attention to his mother’s admonitions, until one Lord’s Day evening when she invited a young girl, a neighbor’s daughter, to accompany them to meeting.
The young girl replied to the invitation in a light and trifling manner,
“O, no; I cannot go until next Sunday. I shall then have a new coat. My old one is too shabby.”
Alas! the next Sunday never came to her. On Monday, she was taken sick; on Wednesday, she died.
James’ mother, told him, with tears streaming from her eyes, when she came home from watching by her bedside,
“Mary is gone, and gone, I fear, without being saved.”
This was so sudden, so unexpected, that it awoke within James’ heart, the cry,
“What must I do to be saved.” Thank God that cry was not in vain. Jesus had mercy on his soul, and today he is rejoicing in a Saviour’s love, and able to warn others, of the danger of neglecting God’s offer of mercy.
Do not put off this all-important question. Tomorrow may be too late. NOW is God’s time.
ML 11/22/1925