Reader, your time on earth is short. Each closing year, each setting sun, each tick of the clock is shortening your days on earth. Swiftly, silently, but surely they carry on—on to ETERNITY and to God.
The year, the day, the hour, the moment will soon arrive that will close your life on earth. Then will begin your song in heaven or your wail in hell. From the regions of the lost no future hour shall come to bring you back to earth again. You are there forever—for ETERNITY.
Today your feet stand on time's sinking sand. Tomorrow, your footprints may remain, but you will be gone—Where? Into ETERNITY.
Today your hands are busy at work; your eyes are beholding, your mind is thinking, you are planning for the future. Tomorrow, all is still—the folded arm, the closed eye remain, but you are gone—gone to ETERNITY.
Others were once busy as you are; healthy as you are; thoughtless as you are. They are gone—gone to ETERNITY.
The merry voice, the painted clown, the talented singer, they whose presence made the theater and the concert an attraction for you, are gone. They are removed far from the region of fiction to that of reality—the reality of ETERNITY.
The shrewd merchant whose voice was so familiar to you in the crowded market is silent. He buys and sells no more—he has entered ETERNITY.
Reader, your own turn to enter ETERNITY will shortly come. Ask yourself honestly, "Amos 1 prepared for ETERNITY?" Give your conscience time to answer. Listen! It speaks to you today. Drown not its voice lest it speak to you no more. Let the heaven and the hell of the future stand forth in all their realities. One of these places must be your eternal dwelling place. Choose now, for today is the time to make your choice. Tomorrow may be too late—one day behind time. Which are you living for? Which are you traveling toward?
To go unregenerate, from the haunts of pleasure, of sin, and of vice, to the holy presence of God and the Lamb—impossible! From the crowd of the condemned to the crown of glory—no, never!
Reader, has this ever happened to you? Have you been born again into the family of God? If so, all is well; but if not, the horrors of an eternal hell are awaiting you. Today you are nearer its unquenchable flame than you have ever been before.
But why do you wait to meet God with an unsaved soul? That is not His will. Today He pleads—"Turn ye, turn ye,... why will ye die?" Ezek. 33:1111Say unto them, As I live, saith the Lord God, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel? (Ezekiel 33:11). Today He points you to Calvary's cross with His Son uplifted, groaning, bleeding, dying, all for you. Yes, reader, for the guilty, the crown of thorns encircled His brow; for the lost, the soldier's spear brought the blood from His side; for the helpless and undone, He cried in triumph, "It is finished"; and for you there is salvation free today.