Delaware City press. (Delaware City, Del.) 1913-19??, 1913-10-17
MUST MAKE CHOICE
With Every Mortal Rests the De-
cision That Shall Save
or Doom Him.

Is IL not tremendous TACT tnat man
has the power to resist the Spirit OF
God? In the first book of the Bible we
read: my spirit shall not always
strive with man." There is nothing in
human friendship like the long-suffer-
ing, patient and everlasting love of
our heavenly Father. There comes a
period in the life of every mortal when
he makes the final choice. when he de-
cides to go toward Calvary, like Peter.
or toward suicide. like Judas.
The Holy Spirit, grieved, resisted,
despised and rejected, then takes its
everlasting flight from the soul who
prefers sin to holiness, devils to saints
and hell to heaven.
Almighty God so built man, his mas
terpiece, that he cannot break through
the door of the will. We have the
power to put out the only light to
guide us through time and eternity, to
extinguish the only fire of love that
flames in the soul.
The Holy Spirit calls the sinner by
thousand voices ere he gives up
striving. He comes in youthful days.
In manhood's strength, in our age and
feebleness extreme.
He waiteth long, is waiting still,
You treat no other friend so Ill.
Behold he stands at the door and
knocks. 1t is the pierced hand knock
ing. A crown of thorns puppies his
brow and his head is wet with the
dews Of midnight. The same old pro-
crastinating voice answers him, say
ing: go thy way for this time; when
have more convenient season l
will call for thee" Angels have tried
to WOO that soul as they have minis
tered to him; the voice of mother has
called from the battlements of
heaven; Providence, bereavements,
losses, all have cried out, Come unto
me and l. will give you rest" But the
man! as though on the brink of preci-
pice, pushes away all rescuers and
plunges down the abyss. 1t seems an
impossible thing that lost soul, with
but one heartbeat between 1t and the
Judgment would endeavor to thrust
back the Divine Saviour, who has
paid for our redemption with his blood
and his life; who, with everlasting
kindness, has drawn us toward him
self But such is the momentous fact.
The resources of heaven have been ex-
hausted in the effort to win men back
to God And there remaineth no
more sacrifice for SINS
Has Chosen His Own Place.
The determined sinner has trodden
under foot the Son of God, counted
the blood of the covenant an unholy
thing and done despite to the Spirit Of
Grace He therefore must go to his
own place. He has missed his chance
Of immortal blessedness,
Too Hate, ge cannot enter now
Some or these rejectors of God are
Leaders among men, carrying others
with them to destruction. They are
like the engineer whom the fireman
found dead in the engine cab. He had
been struck by passing timber. His
hand was still on the throttle. but his
trainload of passengers were running
wild to their DEATH The fireman, re-
versing the lever, saved them. So null.
titudes are following blind leaders In
their mad rush for gold, pleasure and
unholy ambition. The throttle is
pulled out; DEVILS hand holds it;
the terrible curve is near; the awful
crash comes! Ruined" is written
over the wreck.
Instead of men turning away from
the God of love and mercy, in order
to follow false guides, they should be
filed with joy to know that the In
finite Father loves them. has planned
to save them, is filed with anxiety for
their welfare, has sacrificed his Son
to restore them to the heavenly inheri-
lance. What an honor to know that
we dwell In the hart of God, in the
mind of Deity-that angels are forgot
ten in the effort to rescue a lost race;
that other planets are left behind to
bring this one back to its orbit OF wor-
ship and fellowship!
Strange Contradiction.
When kings, presidents or other
earthly magnates take notice of us we
are wild with delight, but when the
King Of all kings reaches down to lift
us up to honor and power with him
self we shrink back in terror, we bias
pheme his name, curse his Son, deny
| his Book and quench his fires of love.
With eloquent words DR.. William l..
Watkinson says: 81 saw the other day
a tame eagle in a butchers shop.
Growing fat. he cares no longer for
the planes of heaven. His eyes, no
longer fixed on the sun. watch the fire
on the hearth, and the golden plumes.
once stretched above the clouds, are
dragged in the ashes. That royal bird
in the fieshers shamble, forgetful of
sky and sea and sun, is close image
of thousands of men who. debauched
by the grosser pleasures of the lower
life, have forgotten the glories of the
upper universe. We content ourselves
by picking fleshy morsels out Of the
ashes.
There is such thing for us as
quenching the Spirit and falling vic
tins to our carnal nature. Rev. Ed