HE is sinking," said the nurse as she watched by the bed of an old Christian.
"No! Not sinking! Rising higher," he whispered as he passed to the realms of light and joy.
"It is all dark—it is all dark," wailed a dying atheist. "Oh, for something to rest upon," cried another as he lay in agony.
In darkness, alone, unsupported and uncomforted—who would want an end like this? But there is "something to rest upon," if one will only accept it. The precious blood of Christ is the resting place—the only resting place—for time and eternity.
I cannot rest on what I feel; my feelings shift like the wind.
I cannot rest on what I have done. The best I ever did never pleased myself; much less can it please a holy God. The best actions of my life have been stained by sin and selfishness.
I cannot rest in what I am, because I feel I am the worst of sinners. I can only rest in the simple fact that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners. He gave Himself for our sins.
The eternal discharge for all my sins is written in the blood of God's own Son. His blood saves me from judgment. He that heareth My word, and believeth on Him that sent Me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life. (John 5:2424Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth my word, and believeth on him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life. (John 5:24).)