In a certain town a wicked man was dying on one side of the street. One who was esteemed a pious man lived nearly opposite to him. He also was in the last stage of life.
The wicked man said to a person who visited him, "I feel that I am dying. And there is Thomas over the way. I hear he is going too. They say he is going to heaven; it may be so. I know that I am going to hell. He must have known that I was perishing; but he never warned me of my danger, or told me of the way to escape. We were together almost every day, and we talked of the weather, and the markets, and politics, and a thousand other things; but he never spoke to me about my soul. His silence I regarded as the sanction of my sins. I could account for it in no other way. He may be going to heaven; but he will be followed to heaven with the curses of my lost soul.”
Friends who read this, what are we doing in these solemn days to win souls to Christ? Like Thomas, we can talk of politics and the weather, and other things, but do we talk of Christ? Do we live Christ, speak of Christ?