Evening journal., 1916-02-21
THE EVENING JOURNAL MONDAY, FEBRUARY q, 1915

knees and exclaimed. Lord. what wilt
thou have me TO do IL was the be-
ginning of new life, and afterwards he
could say, in joy and triumph. Il was
not disobedient unto the heavenly
vision"
There attended our meetings, night
after night, some time ago, a physician
who seemed much interested. l spoke
TO him one evening, asking him if he was
a Christian. No" he said. 81 am not.
and the saddest part is | have no desire
at all to be a Christian" ] said: "Why
is it you attend these meetings so regu-
larlyi' Said he, Il enjoy your sermons
merely from the intellectual standpoint,
as | would a lecture. but they make
absolutely no impression upon me at all
TO move me TO action Said l. THAT
is an amazing confession. What is the
cause of it Said he: "SOme nine or
ten years ago, when ! first started in
the practice OF medicine in this city, l at
tended a series of meetings like this, and
| felt convinced that / ought to accept
Christ and confess my faith in Him. But
made all manner Of excuses TO myself,
hesitated and delayed until the campaign
closed with me still rejecting Christ The
result was that the spirit of God left me,
and from that time my heart has been
as cold and hard as stone"
The last Sunday morning, as / was go
ing down TO the morning service, / met
this physician. with his medicine case in
his hand, starting on. TO call upon some
patients. He stopped and greeted me
very cordially. said TO him: Doctor.
something tells me that If you do not ac-
cept Christ today, You never will Said
he: 81 am as sure of hell as if | were
already suffering the pangs of eternal
doom" just then the last bell, for the
morning service, began TO ring. He broke
down and sobbed as he said. THAT bell
seems to toll my funeral knell. II is too
late. had a chance TO accept Christ. !
willfully rejected it--I am lost" Bid
ding me good-by he turned and started
down the street. 1t was the last | ever
saw of him, as he went away with bowed
head and ] heard him murmur, lost
lostl"
Date, in his vision of hell, tells Of one
he saw who was suffering the agony and
remorsc of eternal doom. 1T was the
one.' said he, "who made the great re.
fussl." If you wish to show me the pic.
ture of a ruin, take me not to the hang
ing gardens of Babylon, where the owls
hOOt amid the leaiiess branches OF the
trees; take me not TO the Parthenon al
Athens, or the Coliseum at Rome, but
rather show me the ruins of a human
soul, a life that had great possibilities
for usefulness, but had neglected those
opportunities and the chance had gon,
by forever.
There are some that think that after
wards this young man decided TO accept
Christ and follow Him. 1t may be SO
but the chances are the other way.
There is a time, we know not when,
A place, we know not where,
That marks the destiny of men,
For glory or despair"
The young man went away. He went
away from hope; he went away from in
) fuence; he went away from happiness
he went away from heaven he went
away from Jesus Christ May God for
: bid that anyone Of you should follow IT
, his footsteps. No matter what other,
may do, may you say just now, "As foi
me, will receive Jesus the Son of God
3 as my Lord and my Savior"