SOME of us have known what it is to realize that we are lost on a wild mountain. Turn which way we would, there seemed no means of deliverance.
Weary and way worn we had gone in this direction and in that, until at last, hopeless and helpless, we had given ourselves up as “Lost!” Then what joy filled the breast when the way was discovered, or we were rescued by friends.
What will it be for a soul to wake up in an eternity of woe and to discover that he is “lost Forever!” To remember every opportunity of salvation which was missed. To consider the last invitation of the gospel which was slighted. To think how Christ the Son of God was rejected as Savior, and His claims as Lord were refused. And how, now, at last, the door of blessing has been closed, and doom is fixed eternally.
O, sinner awake! You are drifting towards that “lost-forever” state. Every clock-tick, every pulse-beat urges you on. Be no longer a trifler. Flee for your life, even as your eye scans these lines. Tarry not for any. Delay not even for earth’s dearest loved ones, or for most cherished joys. Your soul is at stake.
“TODAY IF YE WILL HEAR HIS VOICE, HARDEN NOT YOUR HEARTS.” Psa. 85:7, 8.
ML-01/18/1920