The Harvest Past: An Unbeliever's Wail

He had often been invited to the Saviour, but seemed engrossed in the pleasures of the world. Football, billiards, and cards occupied his days and his nights; even on Sunday, I fear, he read and discussed them. But God will not be mocked. Although “rich in mercy” (Eph.2:4), and not willing that any should perish (2 Peter 3:99The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. (2 Peter 3:9)), He is Sovereign, and will not always be trifled with. In an hour that strong young man was laid upon a bed of pain, and the doctor said he must undergo an operation as the only hope of saying his life. When he heard that verdict, he said, in tones of bitter agony: “Then it is all up. I have lost my soul, bartered it for pleasure.” Then, as if remembering the instruction of his early years, he cried out in agony: “The harvest is past, and I am not saved.” Twenty hours later he was in the eternal world.
Sel.