IN a small town of South Wales there existed for some years an “Infidel Club,” the members of which were generally known by their dissipated lives. Loud were their blasphemies against God and His Christ, and terrible their boasting, each seeming to do his best in ridiculing the things of God. However, “God is not mocked,” though in long-suffering grace He bears with man.
One of the members being suddenly taken ill, the doctor was speedily summoned, and pronounced the case hopeless. As the time of departure drew near the dying infidel was filled with terror, that which was his boast in time seeming to give no comfort as he neared eternity.
A club comrade visiting the dying man, seeing the anxiety plainly depicted on his countenance, asked “What’s the matter, mate? Hold on.” The dying man with some effort replied, “I’ve held on too long; I’m sinking into hell!” and fell back dead! Thus warned of God, the club comrade left, but seemed soon to forget that death-bed scene. Hardening his heart against God, he pursued his evil course, until one night, turning out of the public-house where he had been drinking, the poor infidel missed his way, and was found in the mill-pond dead! Reader, God is not mocked!
“Beware, lest he take thee away with his stroke; then a great ransom cannot deliver thee” (Job 2015:18).
J. W. H. N.