HOW often men take God’s name upon their lips, making light of it, and also treat with contempt those to whom the Lord Jesus is precious.
A man, whom I saw daily at work, and to whom I often spoke of his soul, was known among his fellow-workmen as a great scoffer. His wife was a quiet christian woman, who was subjected to much unkindness from him.
One day, a young man ran into the glasshouse, while we were at work, with the sad news that this scoffer was dead. While walking along the line he had been run over, and he had been killed in an instant. God had indeed brought his scoffing to an end, but had not given him time to repent: he was cut off suddenly, and entered the presence of the One whose salvation he would not accept.
Reader, are you thinking you have yet many years to live, and when you are getting old that you will come to Jesus? or are you looking forward to a death-bed repentance? Tomorrow even is not promised you. You know not what may happen on the morrow, and, if God should call you ere you lay down this paper, how would it be with your soul? Could you say, “It is well,” or would the thought of the future fill you with dread?
J-Sp-n.