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’s all very well if a man is going to die,” remarked one.
“Yes,” laughed another, “I mean to be converted on my death-bed.”
Poor deluded souls! Satan was whispering the old lie, “Time enough yet,” in their ears.
One of the speakers had no death-bed. 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!
Messages of God’s Love 7/18/1915