I saw a bottle hanging up in a fruit tree. Inside was a sweet, liquid poison wasps and flies of all kinds buzzed into the bottle, sipped, and died. They left the fruit for the sugared poison.
Now, the devil has his poison traps for people—big and little—to draw them off from the gospel fruit. He knows what people like, and he makes the mixture palatable and sweet.
How agreeable it tastes to one going on in sin: “There is no hell, no devil.”
How pleasant it tastes to the self-righteous: “You can be saved by being religous, or by doing the best you can.”
How does the pleasure-seeker sip up the sweetness: “Enjoy the world, for God will never put you into hell.”
And the most subtle but fatal poison: “Do not decide for Christ now; wait till you are older;” or “I am so busy, I have no time to think of these things.”
Dear children, do not put off your soul’s salvation any longer. God offers Christ as your Saviour to you now. You may not have another day to waste. Come to Him at once or you may be too late.
O! children, pause, ere yet “too late”;
Now is the day of grace,
Now Jesus calls, O! do obey
His pleading, loving voice.
Today ‘tis free to all who come,
And take Him at His word;
Tomorrow’s sun may rise “too late”
For you who now have heard.
ML 11/24/1946