“Will you decide now?” was the question I asked an elderly man, but no answer followed. I waited, and still waited, but no answer came.
“When will you decide?” was my next question, but still no answer.
“Will you decide twenty years from now?” Twenty years-twenty years-and the man already old!
“No,” he said, “it is not likely that I shall live twenty years.”
“Then will you decide in ten years?”
“No,” said he, “I dare not put it off ten years.”
“Then will you decide in five years?”
“No,” he replied, “I am afraid to delay for five years.”
“Then will you decide this time next year?”
“No,” he said, “I might die before next year.”
“Then will you decide this day next month?”
His answer was slow in coming.
It may be that the devil suggested that four weeks would soon roll around and that he might safely wait that length of time, but at last he said, “No, I should not wait a month.”
“Then will you decide this day next week?”
Again he said, “No.”
“Then will you decide this time tomorrow?”
Tomorrow! So near at hand! Tomorrow, only a few hours away!
Tomorrow! “No,” said the old man. “I ought to decide now.”
Why now? Age, wisdom, conscience, time, eternity and Scripture all furnish the reason why. Their unanimous, loud, long and only cry is NOW! NOW! NOW!