I think we all know what the word “last” means. There is always the last piece of candy in a bag, the last piece of cake on a plate, or perhaps the last slice of bread in a loaf. But that word “last” often makes me stop and think.
There is a “last” of everything down down here in this world. There will be, for you and for me, the last year, the last month, the last week, the last day, the last hour! Does that make you feel a little bit worried? If this were your last hour, would you be sure where you were going?
You will go to Sunday school for the last time. You will hear your last gospel message. You will read your last Messages of the Love of God paper. And then? Oh, dear boys and girls, we long and we pray that your dear souls may be saved, for we have no promise that we will be here much longer. I am writing this paper on the last day of the month, and the last hours of a busy day. The sun has gone down, and it is dark. And as I sit and write this paper, I don’t know if I shall be here tomorrow to see the sun rise again. But I do know that the Lord Jesus loved me and died for me, and I know—yes, I am sure —that I am going to be with Him in heaven forever, for His precious blood has cleansed away all my sins.
ML 05/06/1956