A young man lay dying. He had spent his short life for self; he had drunk deeply of this world’s pleasures, and had had no time for God. Suddenly he lifted up his hands and cried, “I have sold my soul for a straw” — and then he was gone. Sold what was worth more than the universe for a straw!
And you, what’ are you doing? What are you selling your soul for? For the straws of pleasure, or riches, or fame, or learning; selling God’s priceless gift for a straw? God forbid. I trust you may feel your responsibility this day.
ML-02/08/1976