SITUATED in a romantic position above the beautiful waters of P. S., was the house of a family. They greatly delighted in the situation and were wishful to remain in the place at once so pleasant and so picturesque.
But alas! it was not well founded.
An engineer who knew the district well sounded the alarm. There was a bed of blue clay in the hill on the side of which they lived. Seeing this, he warned them of the danger to which they were exposed, telling them that at any moment the cliff might give way, and their home be swept before the avalanche of earth and trees.
However, they clung to their loved dwelling and hoped for the best and that the engineer might be mistaken.
As Ifheard tell of their folly I thought of the worse folly of souls who hear of their peril, They are warned that if they die in their sins, where Christ has gone they cannot go. Of course they mean to be saved before they die, but they wait on and wait on. The tidings of coming woe sound in their ears. They are exhorted to flee from the wrath to come, They are aware that
"Now is the accepted time, and now is the day of salvation."
But the pleasures of sin allure—-the deceitfulness of the flesh within and the world around, and the he of the soul-enemy that there is plenty of time—all unite in detaining the sinner in the toils of the foe.
Warned again and again, the inhabitants of the doomed house at last arranged to leave. They were seated at the final meal they were to have in those enjoyable surroundings and they were risking their lives once more.
Suddenly there was a rumble—a roar—-a crushing and a crashing as the hill-side, breaking away, hurled the building and its occupants down towards the water in a huge land slide.
The father and the mother were crushed to death in the overthrow. They meant to be saved but were lost. They were too late in departure. Happily, their two sons escaped with bruises and concussions only.
The hour of doom for the world draws on apace.
Again we warn the reader of his need. Like some of old we cry,
"Escape for thy life! Tarry not!"
One of the warned ones was startled and then started to escape, but lingering, was lost in the overthrow of the sinful city where she had lived. She stopped and was stricken.
O! "Remember Lot's wife." This is the Saviour's warning. He who spoke in tenderest tones, "Come unto Me," He who died in devoted love to meet our need, He it is who bids us recall the doom of the lingerer.
God's night of judgment is nearing apace,
Sinner beware, sinner beware;
Fast to its close speeds the day of God's grace,
Then will begin thy despair
Hopeless despair, endless despair,
Lose not thy soul for earth's vanities
Lighter than air.
Messages of God’s Love 8/12/1934