A YOUNG lady, the daughter of wealthy but worldly parents, was persuaded by a Christian friend to go with her to a prayer meeting. There God's Spirit convicted her of sin, and she returned home deeply anxious about her soul.
Her parents were dismayed at what they called her folly, and for a time they tried in vain to persuade her to return to the gay activities she used to find so much pleasure. At last her father promised to buy her the finest dress in town if she would attend one more ball — only one.
It was a cold winter night, she caught a cold which ended in a fatal illness. A short time before she died, she asked that the dress that she wore at the ball might be brought to her bedroom. Then turning to her weeping parents she said, "Father, Mother, do you see that dress? That is the price of my soul; by this you bribed me to go back into the world, and now I am dying, and I am lost.' "
Wealth and luxury were there and every comfort that this world could give, but it was a Christless household, and from it a Christless soul was passing into eternity — out into the darkness forever.
But let us look at another scene. It is winter, and we enter another room, not this time a dwelling of wealth or luxury, but one of very little comfort indeed. But here lies dear Margie with the fever on her brow, and her strength failing fast.
I bent over her and whispered, "Margie, on what are you resting for eternity?"
Slowly her eyes opened, her face lighted up and she whispered, "I'm—just—resting—in—His—love."
Margie had learned to love and trust the Lord Jesus at Sunday school. Early she was brought to love the Lord. Early she was called to be with Him, which is far better. That was the last time I saw her, but I know I shall meet her again in the glory.
Messages of the Love of God 10/5/1975