A young man of Herculean strength, of which he boasted much, was on his way to the gymnasium. There he met with a terrible accident. As he was balancing himself upon the highest horizontal bar, he slipped and fell to a lower one. His spine was badly injured and paralysis almost at once set in, at first taking a rapid downward course, and then upward toward the head. Solemn was it to be told that the only words which came from the lips of the injured athlete were: "Where am I going? Where am I going?" Reiterating these words, this young man passed out of time into eternity. Gone!—Where?
A young bicyclist was ready to go home after his day's work at the track. He 'phoned his mother, "I will be home in fourteen minutes." The distance was about four miles. Little did he think this would be his last ride home. Speeding around a corner he crashed into a two-horse wagon coming from the opposite direction. In the collision the shaft of the wagon actually' pierced the body of the young man. In a moment he was brought face to face with eternity. Gone!—Where?
A Christian man went to his work in a bank one morning. He appeared to be in his usual good health. However, in the evening on returning horde he said to his wife: "I am feeling ill." He soon added, "I am feeling very ill indeed." Medical aid was quickly called. When the doctor came, his examination told him of the seriousness of his patient's case. Without delay he called a specialist for consultation. Nothing could be done to save that life. The Christian was told this. Was he, too, anxious about his own personal safety? No; but his anxiety was for a newly engaged servant to whom he began to tell the gospel of the Savior's finished work and of His glorious resurrection. Before death came, he had won this soul for Christ. His own destiny for the glory had been settled long before, and he had peace.
Reader, at the appointed time death finds us, wherever we are. Things are real then. Before that hour comes for you, we ask: "Where are you going?”
"Passing onward, quickly passing—
Yes, but whither, whither bound?
Is it to the many mansions
Where eternal rest is found?
Passing onward—
Yes, but whither, whither bound?”