Charles Alsbury, the famous theatrical man of England, wrote a famous stanza ere he died which many more from that day to this could say has been theirs:
I reveled under the moon,
I slept beneath the sun:
I lived a life of "going to" —
But—I died with nothing done.
Yes, going to, but never doing it; halting between two opinions, until too late, too late, "died with nothing done.”
This stanza is Charles Alsbury's epitaph, written with his own hand, and shows that the Spirit of God had convicted him time and again, but he lived a life of going to, saying to himself, "Some day I'll accept God's salvation," but never apparently deciding for Christ.
What about you, dear reader? Have you been brought to face your deep need for Eternity, which only Christ can meet? Have you accepted Him? Or is it still "a life of 'going to'"? Beware lest you repeat the folly of the young man above and "die with nothing done.”