Forty years this month, God has allowed me to edit “A Message from God.” Not a long time in the history of a world, but a long time in the history of a life. As I sit with pen in hand, writing the closing words for December, 1924, I feel the intense solemnity of having to do with immortal souls. Eternity is near to editor and reader. We must bear the responsibility of having written, and of having read. My soul says now, My God, have I been faithful to my trust? Have I put Thy glory first? Have I wept and prayed with Thee over the world’s lost ones? Have I longed for Thy divine compassion to fill my soul for those who need Thee. Have I warned and entreated the sinner to come to Thee, the only Saviour? With a very humble heart. I feel that only the gentleness of God would have brought me through forty years of this work for Him. May we feel more and more the joy of service.
“We must be working, where His work was done―
We must be waiting, waiting till He come.”
My reader, when is He coming? It may be before December passes into the eternity of the past. Are our lamps trimmed and brightly burning to usher the Bridegroom on His way? Are you saved, my reader? Is Christ your Saviour? Have you believed on Him? Will you believe now?
“When is He coming? This the darkest hour
Must break in light and resurrection song;
The silence of the ages wake in power―
Oh, come, Lord Jesus―we have waited long.”