A man once raised his hand for prayer in one of Mr. Moody's meetings. The evangelist went to him and said; "I am glad you have decided to be a Christian.”
"No," said the man, "I have not; but you pray for me, and I will later on.”
His address was taken and Mr. Moody visited him when he was ill. Again he pressed him for a decision for Christ "No," said the man; "I won't decide now. People will only say I was frightened into deciding to take Him while I'm sick.”
He recovered; but later he suffered a severe relapse. Mr. Moody visited him again and put his need of Christ before him.
"It is too late," he said.
"But," Mr. Moody replied, "there is mercy at the eleventh hour.”
"Mr. Moody," he answered, "this is not the eleventh hour; it is the twelfth." A few hours later he was dead.
Mr. Moody says: "We fear we wrapped him in a Christless shroud, put him in a Christless coffin, buried him in a Christless grave; and if so, he went to a Christless eternity.”
UNSAVED SOUL!
"Behold, now is the
accepted time; behold,
now is the day
of salvation.”