HARRY took an honest pride in doing what he had to do, well; but Harry C―was in great trouble about his soul. He was not satisfied with himself: he feared death, and often thought how awful it will be after death for the unsaved. Yet he was considered in the eyes of the world a religious boy; he always attended the Sunday school morning and afternoon, and also the evening service, and indeed, judging by outward appearances, Harry C―stood better than many of his companions.
A few weeks ago, while speaking to him about decision for Christ, he said, “May I tell you, sir, of a dreadful dream I had a few nights ago? You may remember speaking to me on the parable of the ten virgins, five of whom were wise, and five were foolish; well, I dreamed that I was walking down a passage dressed in fine robes of righteousness, and at the end of the passage I came to an iron door, and knocked and knocked again, but the only answer I could get was, ‘Too late! too late!’”
The dream sorely troubled my young friend, and I was only too thankful to be able to say to him that “Now is the day of salvation,” and the door is not yet shut. But the time is near when the door will be shut, and then it will be too late. And if the dream be dreadful, what will be the reality? To stand before the closed door of mercy, and knock and knock again and again, yet in vain! Oh, what weeping, what sorrow will there be! Dear young friend, do not be satisfied with being honest or even religious; do not rest until you know that you are saved for all eternity and ready should the Lord come even now.
H. E. W.