Some time ago I was at a gospel meeting, where the preacher gave out a hymn, the only words of which I can recall are:
"Be in Time, Be in Time.”
They ring in my ears all day, and now I am going to pass them on to you, and also tell you of a little incident, that strangely enough took place on the very morning before the preaching.
I had occasion to travel by train on that day, and happily had plenty of time to buy my ticket, and watch the train whiz into the station.
I took my seat, aid soon I felt the train moving. At that very instant the porter cried, "Hurry up!" and hot and panting, a young girl rushed along the platform and was pushed into the train by him, at the same time receiving warning to "be in time" another day.
Hardly was she seated, when a lady, who had been studying the books on the stall for at least ten minutes, turned around, saw the train moving and sprang forward with a cry.
"Is that the M. train?”
"Stand back!" shouted the guard.
"Stop the train, stop the train! I must get to M.!”
"Too late, madam," said the porter, and he laid a detaining hand on her arm.
The train was now well out of the station, and I turned from the window to hear the remark of an old woman in the corner: "Well, now, if she wasn't silly—with them porters calling out 'M. and L. B.' in her ears!”
She was silly, but I felt sorry for that lady. She evidently meant to "be in time" for that train—but—she lost it! How sad!
Now, dear friend, don't you forget the lesson you may learn from this little incident.
Let your ears be open to the gospel cry going on round you, and answer to it.
Do not even be like the girl who just caught it, but be in time yourself, and then help others to catch the train too.
Remember you are at the door of Eternity, and have other work to do than to trifle away time.