“I DON’T want God to write my sins in His book,” moaned a little fellow over and over again, weeping bitterly as he lay in the darkness of his room. His father had hastened to comfort his son, and inquiring the cause of his sorrow, heard his child sob out the words.
Very little did the father know of the gospel; but remembering a verse which had again and again been repeated in his hearing, he sought for and found it in Isaiah:
“I, EVEN I, AM HE THAT BLOTTETH OUT THY TRANSGRESSIONS FOR MINE OWN SAKE. AND WILL NOT REMEMBER THY SINS” Isa. 43: 25
Again and again he read it over to his boy. The poor boy got comfort from the word of God. But not only so, the father was brought to see his need and to trust in Christ as well.
How many do not want God to write their sins in His book, but they are written there nevertheless, and if in their impenitence they pass on and die in their sins, every one of them will come out when the books are opened at the great white throne.
Now there is a Saviour;
Then there will be a Judge;
Now there is a shelter in Jesus;
Then no place of refuge will be found;
Now the blood of Christ is the ransom;
Then a great ransom cannot deliver thee.
Flee, my reader, flee, FLEE from the wrath to come.
The Judge standeth before the door.
ML 02/13/1927