Ere One other Yr Begins, Imagine in Jesus
Jeremiah 8:20
The harvest is previous, the summer season is ended, and we’re not saved.
Not saved! Pricey reader, is that this your mournful plight? Warned of the judgment to return, bidden to flee on your life, and but at this second not saved! You understand how of salvation; you learn it within the Bible, you hear it from the pulpit, it’s defined to you by buddies, and but you neglect it, and subsequently you aren’t saved. You can be with out excuse when the Lord shall choose the short and lifeless.
The Holy Spirit has given roughly of blessing upon the phrase which has been preached in your listening to, and occasions of refreshing have come from the divine presence, and but you might be with out Christ. All these hopeful seasons have come and gone – your summer season and your harvest have handed – and but you aren’t saved. Years have adopted each other into eternity, and your final 12 months will quickly be right here: youth has gone, manhood goes, and but you aren’t saved.
Let me ask you – will you ever be saved? Is there any chance of it? Already essentially the most propitious seasons have left you unsaved; will different events alter your situation? Means have failed with you – the most effective of means, used perseveringly and with the utmost affection – what extra will be completed for you? Affliction and prosperity have alike didn’t impress you; tears and prayers and sermons have been wasted in your barren coronary heart. Should not the possibilities lifeless towards your ever being saved? Is it no more than doubtless that you’ll abide as you might be until dying for ever bars the door of hope? Do you recoil from the supposition? But it’s a most affordable one: he who shouldn’t be washed in so many waters will perhaps go filthy to his finish. The handy time by no means has come, why ought to it ever come? It’s logical to worry that it by no means will arrive, and that Felix like, you will see no handy season until you might be in hell. O bethink you of what that hell is, and of the dread likelihood that you’ll quickly be solid into it!
Reader, suppose it is best to die unsaved, your doom no phrases can image. Write out your dread property in tears and blood, speak of it with groans and gnashing of tooth: you’ll be punished with eternal destruction from the glory of the Lord, and from the glory of His energy. A brother’s voice would fain startle you into earnestness. O be sensible, be sensible in time, and ere one other 12 months begins, imagine in Jesus, who is ready to save to the uttermost. Consecrate these final hours to lonely thought, and if deep repentance be bred in you, will probably be nicely; and if it result in a humble religion in Jesus, will probably be better of all. O see to it that this 12 months go not away, and also you an unforgiven spirit. Let not the brand new 12 months’s midnight peals sound upon a joyless spirit! Now, NOW, NOW imagine, and stay.
“ESCAPE FOR THY LIFE;
LOOK NOT BEHIND THEE,
NEITHER STAY THOU IN ALL THE PLAIN;
ESCAPE TO THE MOUNTAIN, LEST THOU BE CONSUMED.”
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