The Parker post., 1914-02-07
MUST MAKE CHOICE
With Every Mortal Rests the De.
cision That Shall Save
or Doom Him.

Is it not a tremendous fact that 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 o.
our heavenly Father. There comes a
period in the life of every mortal wher
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 t.
guide us through time and eternity, tt
extinguish the only fire of love thai
flames in the soul
The Holy Spirit calls the sinner by
a thousand voices ere he gives ul
striving. He comes in youthful days
in manhood's strength, in our age ane
feebleness extreme
He waiteth long, is waiting still.
You treat no other friend so ill.
Behold he stands at the door ano
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: 60 thy way for this time; wher
I have a more convenient season
will call for thee" Angels have triet
to WOO that soul as they have minis
tered to him; the voice of mother has
called from the battlements o.
heaven; Providence. bereavements
losses, all have cried out, Come unto
me and | will give you rest" But the
man, as though on the brink of preci
pice, pushes away all rescuers anC
pfunges down the abyss. /, seems al
impossible thing that lost soul, with
but one heartbeat between it and the
judgment, would endeavor to thrusi
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 bach
to God And there remaineth nc
more sacrifice for sins"
Has Chosen His Own Place.
The determined sinner has troddeI
under foot the Son Of God, counted
the blood of the covenant an unholy
thing and done despite to the Spirit o.
Grace. He therefore must go to his
own place He has missed his chance
of immortal blessedness.
Too late we cannot enter now.
Some of these rejectors OF God are
leaders among men, carrying Others
with them to destruction. They ara
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 mul
titudes are following blind leaders II
their mad rush for gold, pleasure ant
unholy ambition. The throttle /.
pulled out; a DEVILS hand holds 1t
the terrible curve is near; the awful
crash comes! Ruined" is writer
over the wreck.
Instead of men turning away from
the God of love and mercy, in order
to follow false guides, they should b.
filled with joy to know that the In
finite Father loves them, has planned
to save them. is filled with anxiety fo,
their welfare, has sacrificed his Sol
to restore them to the heavenly inheri.
lance. What an honor to know tina
we dwell in the hart of God, in the
mind of Deity-that angels are forgot
ten in the effort to rescue lost race
that other planets are left behind tt
bring this one back to it's orbit OF wor
ship and fellowship!
Strange Contradiction.
When kings, presidents or othe,
earthly magnates take notice of US WI
are wild with delight, but when the
King of all kings reaches down to lff
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 fo1
the planes of heaven. His eyes, ne
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 birt
in the feshers shamble, forgetful o.
sky and sea and sun, is close image
of thousands of men who, debauchee
by the grosser pleasures of the lowel
life have forgotten the glories of the
upper universe. We content ourselves
by picking fleshy morsels out of the
ashes.
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