“I don’t want God to write my sins in His Book,” sobbed little Jerry as he tossed on his bed one dark night. His father heard his sobs and hastened into the room to comfort him.
His father knew but little of the gospel, but he remembered a verse which he had heard repeated again and again. Getting a Bible he found it in Isaiah 43: “I, even I, am He that blotteth out thy transgressions for Mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins.”
Again and again he read it over to Jerry. Poor Jerry got comfort from the word of God. But not only so, his father was brought to see his need of salvation and to trust in Christ as his Saviour as well.
How many there are who do not want God to write their sins in His book, but they are written there nevertheless. And if they do not repent, but go on and die in their sins, every one of them will come out when the books are opened at the great white throne.
Now there is a Saviour;
Then there will be a Judge.
Now there is a shelter in Jesus;
Then no place of refuge will be found.
Now the blood of Christ is the ransom;
Then a great ransom cannot diver thee.
Flee, dear reader, from the wrath to come.
The Judge stands at the door.
ML-08/18/1974