The Last Week in an Infidel's Life

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Monday
John― said, “God cannot strike me down.”
Tuesday
While out driving, and turning the corner of a street, the wheel of his van collided with a post, and John― was hurled from his seat and fell heavily to the ground, receiving an irreparable injury to his spine, and was taken to the London Hospital.
Wednesday
John ― was visited by his landlady, who had heard his proud boast uttered on Monday; she exclaimed when she saw him, “Ah! Jack, you said that God could not strike you down, but He has done it.”
Thursday
John ― was seen by a Christian medical student, who said: “Well, friend, suppose you had never spoken again when you were thrown from your dickey the other day, where would your soul have gone?” He somewhat curtly replied, “I don’t know.” “But there are only two places, you know, dear friend, namely, heaven and hell.” He then said, “We are taught so,” but in a tone which implied that the existence of these places was only a matter of opinion
Friday
A Christian nurse put God’s plan of salvation before him, and besought him to accept Christ. To this appeal he made no reply.
Saturday
About noon he died, calling for the surgeon under whose care he was. Alas! he called upon the wrong man. “Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” There is a time when “vain is the help of man.”