IN a little town in the North of England, some time ago, I was asked to see a man who was dying of consumption, the scourge of stone-masons.
I went, and he was pleased to see me.
I said, “Jack, I am sorry to see you lying there.
How do you feel?”
He said, "Very ill.”
“Do you think you will get better" He thought there was no chance.
“Where are you going then?”
He said he did not know.
I said, I would not be in your condition for a thousand worlds; for you are lost.”
He said, "I want to be saved.”
I then told him that the Son of God died for poor sinners like him and me; that He loved me and gave Himself for me; and that He bore my sins in His own body on the tree, and eternal life was mine by believing on the Son of God.
I mentioned that God took my sins, laid them on the Savior, and justified me on believing.
Before parting for the night, I said, "I want you to think over Paul's words, The Son of God loved me, and gave himself for me,' and tell me next time what you think of Christ." He begged me to be sure and come again. I went to him the next night, about ten o'clock. He said I had been long in coming; in fact he had been looking for me since the morning. My first question was, "Well, Jack, what has Christ done?”
With tears rolling down his cheeks, he said, "He has saved me." He afterward said, "Last night after you left, I thought of the words you told me, and looking in that corner, (pointing with his finger) I saw the Lord Jesus, and what do you think He said? He told me I should be with Him at eleven o'clock to-night. How pleased I am that you came last night." It was then near eleven o'clock. He said, "Come here, John, and put your arm under my head.”
I did so, and he then closed his eyes for a while. After a short time he opened them and said, "Do you see Him? He is coining. Look! He is yonder." Then he smiled and closed his eyes, never to open them on earth again. He passed without a quiver into the presence of his Lord.
Dear reader, do not wait until your dying bed. Come to Jesus now.