THE spring has gone, the summer also; and the autumn is dying in the cold arms of winter. And you, reader, may have passed your spring of life unsaved, and you have sinned throughout your summer of opportunity. And soon the autumn of God’s long-suffering mercy may die for you in the cold arms of death. “The soul that sinneth it shall die.”
A young man died in the summer of his days. He had drunk deeply of the cup of pleasure; yet in his dying moments he denied his God, and, reading novels to the last, passed into, eternity.
A man in the Autumn of life was seated one day among his children playing cards; suddenly he was seen to bend forward, white and still, and when they touched him, and gazed upon his face, they found that he was dead.
How different was the end of one whose hair was white with the winter of life! She was eighty years old, and peaceful and happy as she neared eternity. She said, “I have seen the gates, they are so beautiful; I am almost Home. Her face shone with the radiance of the Home to which she was going.
“My dear friends, I ask you, are you ready for eternity? “The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.” (Jer. 8:2020The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. (Jeremiah 8:20).)