I met an old schoolmate in a railway train whom I had not seen for years. We talked of old times for a while, and then I spoke to him about his soul. I found he had been associated with atheists and freethinkers. He told me that he should die like a dog. He maintained there was no future for the soul— that all the life he would ever know, would be here; that when he died that would be an end to him. I was glad to be able to tell him that I had everlasting life—that I should never perish. His eyes had that hopeless look in them that told their own tale. His was poor philosophy, the philosophy of despair.
Others try and argue away the eternity of punishment, and fly in the face of the teaching of the Bible in so doing.
Others endeavor to reason away the inspiration of the Scriptures. The Devil sets all these people to work. Before the cold eyes of these false reasoners, no glories shine beyond creation's range. To their deaf ears no voices sound apart from earth. Their impassive hearts know nothing of the rapturous throbbing of eternal life.
But to those whose eyes are opened, what endless glories shine! The vistas of eternity open out in scenes of surpassing splendor; and as glory upon glory bursts upon the enraptured vision, they tell of others still to come, until the eternity of it all absorbs the soul, where all in all is God.