There are few sights that shrink a man's estimate of his physical strength more than a close-up view of Niagara Falls. And the very thought of being swept over its awful brink is one of the most dreaded deaths the viewer can imagine.
Recently a company of twelve vacationers huddled in the shadow of such doom for two and one-half hours, as their forty-foot cruiser wavered helplessly on a reef, one mile above the American falls.
It was just before midnight. Both propellers were sheared off when the boat struck the reef. A single anchor was tossed out, but it was feared it would come loose and cruiser and passengers be swept over the Falls.
In the mercy of God, an off-duty park patrolman who was driving home along the Robert Moses Parkway, spotted a distress flare sent out by the boat and alerted State Parkway police on a citizen's band radio. The police used two emergency craft to complete the rescue in the early hours of the morning. One of the rescued passengers told the police: "I haven't gone to church in eighteen years; but now you can be sure I'll go every Sunday."
May this incident arouse the reader to the imminent danger of his position, if unsaved. Many are on the downward way that leads to destruction, but do not know it. Are you one of these?
Time, like a silent, swiftly flowing river is carrying you to the brink of eternity. Death, in whatever form you meet it, will determine your destiny.
The patrolman saw the distress signal sent by the stricken craft. The Lord Jesus will surely hear if you as a helpless, hopeless, guilty sinner call upon Him. He alone can save you in your need and says to you now: "Call upon Me in the day of trouble, I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify Me." Psalm 50:1515And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me. (Psalm 50:15).
Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear,
When the breakers roar and the reef is near?
While the surges rave, and the wild winds blow,
Shall the angry waves then your bark o'erflow?
Will your anchor hold in the floods of death,
When the waters cold chill your latest breath?
On the rising tide you can never fail,
While your anchor holds within the veil.
We have an anchor that keeps the soul,
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll;
Fastened to the Rock that cannot move,
Grounded firm and deer) in the Savior's love.