"Behold! Ye Despisers."

THE gospel service had ceased, and as the people were passing out I observed a gaily-dressed young girl, decked out like a butterfly, who, to judge by appearances, seemed determined to enjoy life and live for herself. The question, “Are you saved?” was tenderly and earnestly addressed to her, but she tossed her head, as she lightly replied, “Oh! I have heard all about that over and over again.” “But are you resting on Jesus as your own Saviour?” I inquired. Again she evaded the question. “Come,” said I, solemnly, “are you a Christ accepter or a Christ rejecter?” She hurried by, muttering, “A Christ rejecter.”
A day or so elapsed when she told her mother with a smile, that she had heard some preaching the previous Sunday, adding also what she, had said as she left the place. “Mother,” she exclaimed, “get me the bible, that I may read what happens to these Christ rejecters.” Hardly had she uttered the words than, to her mother’s terror, and without one word of warning, the poor girl fell down a corpse upon the floor.
Alas! how many who read this page arc practically despisers of God’s grace. You do not believe the work which God has wrought, though it is declared to you. You are not yet resting only upon the blood of Christ. Jesus is not yet your Saviour, while mercy still stretches out her hand, believe, repent. Oh! sinner, “Beware, therefore, lest that come upon you which is spoken of.... Behold! ye despisers, and wonder, and perish.”
S.