I WAS OUT for a good time, and thinking only of the excitement of the races. Men were shouting and cheering their favorite horses, when all at once I felt a tug at my coat sleeve. I turned and saw a young man. He stepped close and whispered one word, “Eternity,” at the same time slipping a little tract into my hand. What a strange thing to say! I decided I would forget all about it.
I tried to enjoy what was going on, but could hear again and again that solemn word, “Eternity.” Only a month before my best friend had died very suddenly, and I could not help thinking of him as being in eternity. I knew that if he had been still alive he would have been with me at the race track. But he was in eternity.
I hurried home and read the gospel tract that had been given to me, and there I found that God loved me and wished to forgive me. I opened my Bible, which had not been used for a long time, and that very night I came to the Lord Jesus as a poor foolish sinful young man and accepted Him as my Saviour.
Stop now and ask yourself this question, “Where will I spend eternity?”
ML-08/01/1971