Come one and all of you to Christ today.
Come with your weary heart and He will give you rest. Come with your troubled, burdened conscience, and He will give you peace.
There is no rest to be found on earth.
Friends fail us; the world cannot satisfy.
The flowers of pleasure, plucked by the eager hand, fade almost at the touch. The harp of life has broken strings upon it. Then come to Jesus, and come now.
You want a home; you do not want to be an outcast for all eternity. You must come home as a sinner to the Savior; as a needy one to the One who can help you; as a bankrupt sinner to a rich and giving Christ; as having nothing to One who possesses all; as guilty and undone to One who pardons and forgives.
You must come with eyes of faith to see the living Savior at God's right hand; with ears of faith to hear His welcome to you; with a heart of faith to believe unto righteousness; and with lips of faith to confess His blessed name.
Now, will you come in this way? You are weak; He wants you to lean on His strength: You can do nothing; He wants you to trust His finished work. Will you do this? Poor Betty Heath was one who refused to come home. She was dying of consumption, but she did not believe she was near eternity.
She was expecting to get better, and would not give up hopes of life. When pressed to come home as a sinner to Christ, she said, "I must think about it.”
A Christian friend determined to tell her she had only a few days to live. He came, and found that Betty's Bible had been thrown aside. Gasping for breath as she lay dying, she was seeking to drown the voice of conscience.
The Christian said, "Don't you know that you are at the very point of death? Has no one told you that the doctor has pronounced your case utterly hopeless? You will be before God in a few hours.”
A despairing look came into her eyes as she heard the Christian speak. "Can it be true?" she cried.
"Yes, it is true," was the answer, "and I am come with a message of God's grace for the last time." He went on pleading, "Will you accept Christ now?”
Her answer was given, "Not tonight.”
In a day or two she was gone. She died with bitter curses against God and herself; with cries for mercy choked with imprecations. "Lost!" she exclaimed. "Too late!
I have thrown away my opportunity.”
Oh, wait not, lest you too find a death bed is a difficult place for repentance. It may be too late tomorrow. Come today.