By The Editor September
THE golden corn is garnered, the fields are bare, the precious grain is hoarded for the feeding of mankind. The mellow fruit hangs ripe upon the trees that bend beneath their load. So a Christian’s life should have a two-fold blessing in it. To work for God in His harvest-fields, and to bear fruit for Him.
What a terrible thing to have to say al: the end of a godless life: “The harvest is past; the summer is ended; and I am not saved.” “Ah!” said a dying man, “the day is over, and now I see a horrible night approaching, bringing with it the blackness of darkness forever. Now I am in rare anguish; and this is but the beginning of my sorrows. I shall be destroyed with an everlasting destruction.”
Toplady dying, cried in ecstasy, “Oh what delights Who can fathom the joys of the third heaven?... The sky is clear; there is no cloud. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly.” At the last hour of life he said: “It will not be long before God takes me, for no mortal man can live after the glories God has manifested to my soul.”