STANDING at a street corner, one Lord’s Day evening, listening to the old, old story, of Jesus and His love, I saw some men laughing and making fun of the speaker. I moved nearer to hear what they were saying.
“It is all very well if a man is going to die,” remarked one.
“Yes,” laughed another, “I mean to be converted on my deathbed.”
Poor deluded souls! Satan was whispering the old lie, “Time enough yet,” in their ears.
One of the speakers had no deathbed. He started off to work as usual, one windy morning in early spring; several times he went up and down the long ladder, helping in the erection of a building. While busily engaged at the top of the edifice, a sudden gust of wind came, he lost his balance, and fell to the ground. His fellow-workmen rushed to the spot, but only to find the lifeless body of their poor comrade. Great was the anguish of the widow’s heart, as the corpse of her husband was carried into the cottage, but oh! who can tell the far greater anguish of a lost soul!
There is no salvation in the next world; an endless eternity with the devil and his angels! A thousand years will pass, but it will be eternity still. Think of it, my unsaved reader; a never-ending eternity of woe, anguish and gnashing of teeth, lies before all those who refuse or neglect this great salvation, which is offered to you now without money and without price. Come to the Saviour just as you are—a guilty, lost, helpless sinner. The Lord Jesus is speaking to you now; He has, perhaps, spoken to you before, in some illness when you thought of death, and that frightened you; but you have still put off coming to Christ. Or perhaps some dear friend died, and Jesus called you then in your sorrow; oh! heed His voice, I beseech you, for that voice of love and mercy will cease one day, and “then shall they call upon Me, but I will not answer.” (Prov. 1:28). Why will the Lord not answer? Read the twenty-fourth verse of the same chapter, “Because I have called, and ye refused.”
A. M. P.