I wish to call your attention to one
who was a great man in his own country, and very honorable;
one whom the king delighted to honor. He stood
high in position; he was captain of the host of the
King of Syria; but he was a leper, and that threw
a blight over his whole life. As Bishop Hall
quaintly puts it, “The meanest slave in Syria
would not have changed skins with him.”
Now you cannot have a better type
of a sinner than Naaman was. I don’t care
who or what he is, or what position he holds-all
men alike have sinned, and all have to bear the same
burden of death. “All have sinned, and
come short of the glory of God.” All men
must stand in judgment before God. What a gloom
that throws over our whole life!
“But he was a leper.” There
was
NO PHYSICIAN
who could help him in Syria.
None of the eminent doctors in Damascus could do him
any good. If he was to get rid of the leprosy,
the power must come from on high. It must be
some one unknown to Naaman, for he did not know God.
But I will tell you what they had
in Syria-they had one of God’s children
there, and she was a little girl, a simple captive
maid, who waited on Mrs. Naaman. Naaman knew
nothing about this little Israelite, though she was
one of his household.
I can imagine that one day, as she
was waiting on the general’s wife, she noticed
her weeping. Her heart was breaking because of
the dark cloud that rested over her home. So
she told her mistress that there was a prophet in
her country that could cure her master of his leprosy.
“Would to God,” she said, “my lord
were with the prophet in Samaria! for he would recover
him of his leprosy.”
There’s faith for you!
She boasted of God that He would do
more for this heathen than He had done for any in
Israel; and
GOD HONORED HER FAITH.
“What do you say? A prophet
in Israel that can cure leprosy?”
“Yes.”
“Why, did you ever know any one that was cured?”
“No.”
“Well, then, what makes you
think there is a prophet that can cure leprosy?”
“Oh, that isn’t anything
to what Elisha can do. There was a little child
that lived near us that died, and he raised him to
life. He has done many wonderful things.”
She must have had a reputation for
truthfulness. If she hadn’t, her testimony
would not have been taken.
Some one told the general of it, and
he made it known to the king. Now, Naaman stood
high in the king’s favor, for he had recently
won a great victory. He stood near the throne.
So the king said:
“You had better go down to Samaria,
and see if there is anything in it. I will give
you letters of introduction to the King of Israel.”
Yes, he would give Naaman letters
of introduction to the king. That’s just
man’s idea. The notion was, that if anybody
could help him it was the king, and that the king
had power both with God and man. Oh, my friends,
it is a good deal better to know a man that knows
God! A man acquainted with God has more power
than any earthly potentate. Gold can’t
do everything.
Away goes Naaman down to Samaria with
his kingly introduction. What a stir it must
have made when the commander of the Syrian army drove
up! He has brought with him a lot of gold and
silver. That is man’s idea again; he is
going to pay for a great doctor, and he took about
five hundred thousand dollars to pay for the doctor’s
bill. There are a good many men who would willingly
pay that sum if with it they could buy the favor of
God, and get rid of the curse of sin. Yes, if
money could do it,
HOW MANY WOULD BUY SALVATION!
But, thank God, it is not in the market
for sale. You must buy it at God’s price,
and that is “without money and without price.”
Naaman found that out.
My dear friends, did you ever ask
yourselves which is the worse-the leprosy
of sin, or the leprosy of the body? For my own
part, I would a thousand times sooner have the leprosy
of the body eating into my eyes, and feet, and arms!
I would rather be loathsome in the sight of my fellow-men
than die with the leprosy of sin in my soul, and be
banished from God forever! The leprosy of the
body is bad, but the leprosy of sin is a thousand
times worse. It has cast angels out of heaven.
It has ruined the best and strongest men that ever
lived in the world. Oh, how it has pulled men
down! The leprosy of the body could not do that.
There is one thing about Naaman that
I like specially, and that is his earnestness of purpose.
He was
THOROUGHLY IN EARNEST.
He was quite willing to go one hundred
and fifty miles, and to take the advice of this little
maid. A good many people say:
“Oh, I don’t like such
and such a minister; I should like to know where he
comes from, and what he has done, and whether any bishop
has laid his hands on his head.”
My dear friends, never mind the minister;
it is the message you want. If some one were
to send me a telegraph message, and the news were
important, I shouldn’t stop to ask about the
messenger who brought it. I should want to read
the news. I should look at the message, and not
at the boy who brought it.
And so it is with God’s message.
The good news is everything, the minister nothing.
The Syrians looked down with contempt on the Israelites,
and yet this great man was willing to take the good
news at the hands of this little maiden, and listened
to the words that fell from her lips. If I got
lost in New York, I should be willing to ask anybody
which way to go, even if it were only a shoeblack;
and, in point of fact, a boy’s word in such a
case is often better than a man’s. It is
the way I want, not the person who directs me.
But there was one drawback in Naaman’s
case. Though he was willing to take the advice
of the little girl, he was not willing to take the
remedy. The stumbling-block of pride stood in
his way. The remedy the prophet offered him was
a terrible blow to his pride. I have no doubt
he expected a grand reception from the King of Israel,
to whom he brought letters of introduction. He
had been victorious on many a field of battle, and
held high rank in the army; perhaps we may call him
Major-General Naaman of Syria, or he might have been
higher in rank even than that; and bearing with him
kingly credentials, he expected no doubt a distinguished
reception. But instead of the king rushing out
to meet him, he, when he heard of Naaman’s arrival
and his object, simply rent his mantle, and said:
“Am I God, to kill and to make
alive, that this man doth send unto me to recover
a man of his leprosy? Wherefore consider, I pray
you, and see how he seeketh a quarrel against me.”
Elisha heard of the king’s trouble,
and sent him a message, saying:
“Wherefore hast thou rent thy
clothes? Let him come now to me, and he shall
know that there is a prophet in Israel.”
I can imagine Naaman’s pride
reasoning thus: “Surely, the prophet will
feel very much exalted and flattered that I, the great
Syrian general, should come and call upon him.”
And so, probably, full of those proud
thoughts, he drives up to the prophet’s humble
dwelling with his chariot and his splendid retinue.
Yes, Naaman drove up in grand style to the prophet’s
abode, and as nobody seemed to be coming out to greet
him, he sent in his message:
“Tell the prophet that Major-General
Naaman of Syria has arrived, and wishes to see him.”
Elisha takes it very coolly.
He does not come out to see him, but as soon as he
learns his errand he sends his servant to tell him
to dip seven times in the river Jordan, and he shall
be clean.
That was a terrible blow to his pride.
I can imagine him saying to his servant:
“What did you say? Did
I understand you aright? Dip seven times in the
Jordan! Why, we call the river Jordan a ditch
in our country.”
But the only answer he got was, “The
prophet says, Go and dip seven times in the Jordan,
and thy flesh shall become like the flesh of a little
child.”
I can fancy Naaman’s indignation
as he asks, “Are not Abana and Pharpar, rivers
of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel?
May I not wash in them and be clean? Haven’t
I bathed myself hundreds of times, and has it helped
me? Can water wash away leprosy?”
So he turned and went away in a rage.
It isn’t a bad sign when a man
gets mad if you tell him the truth. Some people
are afraid of getting other people mad. I have
known wives afraid to talk to their husbands, afraid
of getting them mad. I have known mothers who
were afraid to talk to their sons because they were
AFRAID THEY WOULD GET MAD.
Don’t be afraid of getting them
mad, if it is the truth that makes them mad.
If it is our foolishness that makes them mad, then
we have got reason to mourn over it. If it is
the truth, God sent it, and it is a good deal better
to have a man get mad than it is to have him go to
sleep. I think the trouble with a great many nowadays
is that they are sound asleep, and it is a good deal
better to rouse them even if they do wake up mad.
The fact was, the Jordan never had
any great reputation as a river. It flowed into
the Dead Sea, and that sea never had a harbor to it,
and its banks were not half so beautiful as those of
the rivers of Damascus. Damascus was one of the
most beautiful cities in the world. It is said
that when Mahomet beheld it he turned his head aside
for fear it should divert his thoughts from heaven.
Naaman turned away in a rage.
“Ah,” he said, “here am I, a great
conqueror, a successful general on the battlefield,
holding the very highest rank in the army, and yet
this prophet does not even come out to meet me; he
simply sends a message. Why, I thought he would
surely come out to me, and stand and call on the name
of the Lord his God, and strike his hand over the
place and recover the leper.”
There it is. I hardly ever knew
a man yet who, when talked to about his sins, didn’t
say:
“Yes, but I thought so and so.”
“Mr. Moody,” they say,
“I will tell you what I think; I will
tell you my opinion.”
In the 55th chapter of Isaiah it says
that God’s thoughts are not our thoughts, nor
His ways our ways. And so it was with Naaman.
In the first place, he thought a good big doctor’s
fee would do it all, and settle everything up.
And besides that there was another thing he thought;
he thought going to the king with his letters of introduction
would do it. Yes, those were Naaman’s first
thoughts. I thought. Exactly so.
He turned away in rage and disappointment. He
thought the prophet would have come out to him very
humble and very subservient, and
BID HIM DO SOME GREAT THINGS.
Instead of that, Elisha, who was perhaps
busy writing, did not even come to the door or the
window. He merely sent out the message:
“Tell him to dip seven times in the Jordan.”
And away went Naaman, saying, I thought, I thought,
I thought.
I have heard that tale so often that
I am tired of it. Give it up, and take God’s
words, God’s thoughts, God’s ways.
I never yet knew a man converted just in the time
and manner he expected to be. I have heard people
say, “Well, if ever I am converted, it won’t
be in a Methodist church; you won’t catch me
there.” I never knew a man say that but,
at last, if converted at all, it was in a Methodist
church.
In Scotland a man was converted at
one of our meetings-an employer. He
was very anxious that all his employees should be reached,
and he used to send them one by one to the meetings.
But there was one man that wouldn’t come.
We are all more or less troubled with stubbornness;
and the moment this man found that his employer wanted
him to go to the meetings he made up his mind he wouldn’t
go. If he was going to be converted, he said,
he was going to be converted by some ordained minister;
he was not going to any meeting that was conducted
by Americans that were not ordained. He believed
in conversion, but he was going to be
CONVERTED THE REGULAR WAY.
He believed in the regular Presbyterian
Church of Scotland, and that was the place for him
to be converted.
The employer tried every way he could
to get him to attend the meetings, but he wouldn’t
come.
After we left that town and went away
up to Inverness, the employer had some business up
there, and he sent this employee to attend to it in
the hope that he would attend some of our meetings.
One night as I was preaching on the
banks of a river I happened to take this for my text:
“I thought; I thought.” I was trying
to take men’s thoughts up and to show the difference
between their thoughts and God’s thoughts.
This man happened to be walking along the banks of
the river. He saw a great crowd, and heard some
one talking, and he wondered to himself what that
man was talking about. He didn’t know who
was there, so he drew up to the crowd, and listened.
He heard the sermon, and became convicted and converted
right there. Then he inquired who was the preacher,
and he found out it was the very man that he said
he would not hear-the man he disliked.
The very man he had been talking against was the very
man God used to convert him.
Whilst Naaman was thus wavering in
his mind, and thinking on what was best to be done,
one of his servants drew near and made a very sensible
remark:
“My lord, if the prophet had
bid thee do some great thing, wouldest thou not have
done it? How much rather then, when he saith to
thee, Wash, and be clean?”
There is a great deal of truth in that.
If Elisha had told him to go back
to Syria on his hands and knees, one hundred and fifty
miles, he would have done it and thought it was all
right. If he had told him to go into some cave
and stay there a year or two, he would have done it
and thought it was all right. If he had told
him that it was necessary to have some surgical operation
performed, and that he had to go through all the torture
incident to it, that would have suited him. Men
like to have something to do about their salvation;
they don’t like to give up the idea that they
can’t do anything; that God must do it all.
If you tell them to take bitter herbs every morning
and every night for the next five years, they think
that’s all right, and if he had told Naaman
to do that he would have done it. But to tell
him merely to dip in the river Jordan seven times,
why, it seemed absurd on the face of it! But
this servant suggested to him that he had better go
down to the Jordan and try the remedy, as it was
A VERY SIMPLE ONE.
Now, don’t you see yourselves
there? How many men there are who are waiting
for some great thing; waiting for some sudden feeling
to come stealing over them; waiting for some shock
to come upon them. That is not what the Lord
wants. There is a man that I have talked to about
his soul for a number of years, and the last time I
had a talk with him, he said:
“Well, the thing hasn’t struck me yet.”
I said: “What?”
“Well,” says he, “the thing hasn’t
struck me yet.”
“Struck you; what do you mean?”
“Well,” said he, “I
go to church, and I hear you preach, and I hear other
men preach, but the thing hasn’t struck me yet;
it strikes some people, but it hasn’t struck
me yet.”
That was all that I could get out
of him. There are a good many men who reason
in that way. They have heard some young converts
tell how light dawned upon them like the flash of
a meteor; how they experienced a new sensation; and
so they are waiting for something of the kind.
But you can’t find any place in Scripture where
you are told to wait for anything of the kind.
You are just to obey what God tells you to do, and
let your feelings take care of themselves. I
can’t control my feelings. I can’t
make myself feel good and bad when I want to, but
I can obey God. God gives me the power. He
doesn’t command me to do something and not give
me the power to do it. With the command comes
the power.
Now, Naaman could do what the prophet
told him; he could go down to the Jordan, and he could
dip seven times; and that is what the Lord had for
him to do; and if we are going to get into the kingdom
of God, right at the threshold of that kingdom we
have to learn this doctrine of obedience, to do whatsoever
He tells us.
I can fancy Naaman still reluctant
to believe in it, saying, “Why, if there is
such cleansing power in the waters of Jordan, would
not every leper in Israel go down and dip in them,
and be healed?”
“Well, but you know,”
urges the servant, “now that you have come a
hundred and fifty miles, don’t you think you
had better do what he tells you? After all, you
can but try it. He sends word distinctly, my
lord, that your flesh shall come again as that of a
little child.”
Naaman accepts this word in season.
His anger is cooling down. He has got over the
first flush of his indignation. He says:
“Well, I think I might as well try it.”
That was
THE STARTING-POINT OF HIS FAITH,
although still he thought it a foolish
thing, and could not bring himself to believe that
the result would be what the prophet had said.
At last Naaman’s will was conquered,
and he surrendered. When General Grant was besieging
a town which was a stronghold of the Southern Confederacy,
some of the officers sent word that they would leave
the city if he would let them go with their men.
But General Grant sent word:
“No, nothing but an unconditional surrender!”
Then they sent word that they would
go if he would let them take their flag with them.
But the answer was: “No, an unconditional
surrender.”
At last the beleagured walls were
broken down, and the city entered, and then the enemy
made a complete and unconditional surrender.
Well, it was so with Naaman; he got to that point when
he was willing to obey, and the Scripture tell us,
“To obey is better than to sacrifice.”
God wants obedience. Naaman had
to learn this lesson. There was no virtue, probably,
in going down to the Jordan, any more than in obeying
the voice of God. He had to obey the word, and
IN THE VERY ACT OF OBEDIENCE
he was blessed.
Look at those ten New Testament lepers
who came to Christ. He said to them: “Go
show yourselves to the priests.”
“Well,” they might have
said, “what good is that going to do us?
Here we are all full of leprosy, and if we go and show
ourselves to the priests they will order us back again
into exile. That is not going to help us.”
But those ten men started off, and
did just what the Lord Jesus Christ told them to do,
and in the very act of doing it they were blessed;
their leprosy left them.
He said to that man that had the palsy,
whom they brought to Him upon a bed: “Take
up thy bed and walk.”
The man might have said: “Lord,
I have been trying for years to take that bed up,
but I can’t. I haven’t got the power.
I have been shaking with the palsy for the last ten
years. Do you think that if I could have rolled
up that bed that I would have been brought here and
let down through the roof? I haven’t the
power.”
But when the Lord commanded him He
gave the power. Power came with the command,
and that man stood up, rolled up his bed, and started
off home. He was blessed in the very act of obedience.
My friends, if you want God to bless
you, obey Him. Do whatsoever He calls upon you
to do, and then see if He will not bless you.
Christ went to a Pharisee’s
house one day while He was down here upon earth, to
be entertained. They wanted to get Him to do
something to break the law of Moses, that they might
condemn Him to death, and so they put a man right
opposite to Him at the table with a withered hand,
to see if He would heal upon the Sabbath day.
He said to the man:
“Stretch out thy hand.”
Now, the man might have said, “Lord,
that is a very strange command. I haven’t
got the power. That hand has been withered for
the last twenty years. I haven’t stretched
it out for the last twenty years; and you say, ‘Stretch
it out.’”
But when He told him to do it He gave
him the power, and out went that old withered hand,
and before it came out straight, right in the very
act, it was made whole. He was blessed in the
very act of obedience.
Now, Naaman had to be taught the lesson
that he had to obey; and so, finally, he went down
to the Jordan just as he was told to do. And
if you will do just what the Lord tells you the Lord
will bless you as He did Naaman.
You may ask, “What does He tell me?”
“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt
be saved.”
The word of God to Naaman was to go
and wash; and the word of God to every soul out of
Christ is to believe on His Son. “Verily,
verily, I say unto you, he that heareth My word and
believeth on Him that sent Me hath everlasting
life, and shall not come into condemnation, but is
passed from death unto life.” If a man believes
with all his heart on the Lord Jesus Christ, God will
never bring him to judgment for sin; that is all passed-that
is all gone. Take Him at His word; believe Him;
believe what He says, and you shall enter into life
eternal. “He came unto His own, and His
own received Him not.” HIM-mark
you-not a dogma, not a creed,
NOT A MYTH, BUT A PERSON.
“He came to His own, and His
own received Him not. But as many as received
Him, to them gave He power to become the sons and daughters
of God.” That is the way you get the power.
Naaman goes down to the river and
takes the first dip. As he comes up I can imagine
him looking at himself, and saying to his servant:
“There! there I am, no better
than I was when I went in! If one -seventh of
the leprosy was gone, I should be content.”
The servant says: “The
man of God told you to dip seven times. Do just
as he told you. There is no discount on God’s
word.”
Well, down he goes a second time,
and he comes up puffing and blowing, as much a leper
as ever; and so he goes down again and again, the
third, fourth, fifth, and sixth time, with the same
result, as much a leper as ever. Some of the people
standing on the banks of the river probably said,
as they certainly would in our day:
“Why, that man has gone clean out of his mind!”
When he comes up the sixth time, he looks at himself,
and says:
“Ah, no better! What a
fool I have made of myself! How they will all
laugh at me! I wouldn’t have the generals
and aristocracy of Damascus know that I have been
dipping in this way in Jordan for all the world.
However, as I have gone so far, I’ll make the
seventh plunge.”
He has not altogether lost faith,
and down he goes the seventh time, and comes up again.
He looks at himself, and shouts aloud for joy.
“Lo, I am well! My leprosy
is all gone, all gone! My flesh has come again
as that of a little child.”
If one speck of leprosy had remained,
it would have been a reflection on God.
Ask him now how he feels.
“Feel? I feel that this
is the happiest day of my life. I thought when
I won a great victory upon the battlefield that that
was the most joyful day of my life; I thought I should
never be so happy again; but that wasn’t anything;
it didn’t compare with this hour; my leprosy
is all gone, I am whole, I am cleansed.”
First he lost his temper; then he
lost his pride; then his leprosy. That is generally
the order in which proud, rebellious sinners are converted.
So he comes up out of Jordan and puts
on his clothes, and goes back to the prophet.
He was very mad with Elisha in the beginning, but
when he was cleansed his anger was all gone too.
He wants to pay him. That’s just the old
story; Naaman
WANTS TO GIVE MONEY
for his cure. How many people
want to do the same nowadays. Why it would have
spoiled the story of grace if the prophet had taken
anything! You may give a thank-offering to God’s
cause, not to purchase salvation, but because you
are saved. The Lord doesn’t charge anything
to save you. It is “without money and without
price.” The prophet Elisha refused to take
anything, and I can imagine no one felt more rejoiced
than he did.
Naaman starts back to Damascus a very
different man than he was when he left it. The
dark cloud has gone from his mind; he is no longer
a leper, in fear of dying from a loathsome disease.
He lost the leprosy in Jordan when he did what the
man of God told him; and if you obey the voice of
God, even while I am speaking to you, the burden of
your sins will fall from off you, and you shall be
cleansed. It is all done through faith and obedience.
Let us see what Naaman’s faith
led him to believe. “And he returned to
the man of God, he and all his company, and came, and
stood before him: and he said, Behold, now I
know that there is no God in all the earth, but in
Israel: now therefore, I pray thee, take a blessing
of thy servant.”
What I want particularly to call your
attention to is the words
I KNOW.
There is no hesitation about it, no
qualifying the expression. Naaman doesn’t
now say, “I think”; no, he says, “I
know there is a God who has power to cleanse the
leprosy.”
Then there is another thought.
Naaman left only one thing in Samaria, and that was
his leprosy; and the only thing God wishes you to
leave with Him is your sin. And yet it is the
only thing you seem not to care about giving up.
“Oh,” you say, “I
love leprosy, it is so delightful, I can’t give
it up; I know God wants it, that He may make me clean.
But I can’t give it up.”
Why, what downright madness it is
for you to love leprosy; and yet that is your condition.
“Ah,” says someone, “I
don’t believe in sudden conversions.”
Don’t you? How long did
it take Naaman to be cured? The seventh time
he went down, away went the leprosy. Read the
great conversions recorded in the Bible. Saul
of Tarsus, Zacchaeus, and a host of others; how long
did it take the Lord to bring them about? They
were effected in a minute. We are born in iniquity,
shapen in it, dead in trespasses and sins; but when
spiritual life comes it comes in a moment, and we
are free both from sin and death.
You may be sure when he got home there
was no small stir in Naaman’s house. I
can see his wife, Mrs. Naaman, when he gets back.
She has been watching and looking out of the window
for him with a great burden on her heart. And
when she asks him, “Well, husband, how is it?”
I can see the tears running down his cheeks as he says:
“Thank God, I am well.”
They embrace each other, and pour
out mutual expressions of rejoicing and gladness.
The servants are just as glad as their master and
mistress, as they have been waiting eagerly for the
news. There never was a happier household than
Naaman’s, now that he has got rid of the leprosy.
And so, my friends, it will be with your own households
if you will only get rid of the leprosy of sin to-day.
Not only will there be joy in your own hearts and at
home, but there will also be
JOY AMONG THE SAINTS IN HEAVEN.
Once, as I was walking down the street,
I heard some people laughing and talking aloud.
One of them said:
“Well, there will be no difference,
it will be all the same a hundred years hence.”
The thought flashed across my mind,
“Will there be no difference? Where will
you be a hundred years hence?”
Young man, just ask yourself the question,
“Where shall I be?” Some of you who are
getting on in years may be in eternity ten years hence.
Where will you be, on the left or the right hand of
God? I cannot tell your feelings, but I can my
own. I ask you, “Where will you spend eternity?
Where will you be a hundred years hence?”
I heard once of a man who went to
England from the Continent, and brought letters with
him to eminent physicians from the Emperor. The
letters said:
“This man is a personal friend
of mine, and we are afraid he is going to lose his
reason. Do all you can for him.”
The doctor asked him if he had lost
any dear friend in his own country, or any position
of importance, or what it was that was weighing on
his mind.
The young man said, “No; but
my father and grandfather and myself were brought
up infidels, and for the last two or three years this
thought has been haunting me, Where shall I spend eternity?
And the thought of it follows me day and night.”
The doctor said, “You have come to
THE WRONG PHYSICIAN,
but I will tell you of one who can
cure you”; and he told him of Christ, and read
to him the 53d chapter of Isaiah, “With His stripes
we are healed.”
The young man said, “Doctor, do you believe
that?”
The doctor told him he did, and prayed
and wrestled with him, and at last the clear light
of Calvary shone on his soul. He had settled
the question in his own mind at last, where he would
spend eternity. I ask you, sinner, to settle
it now. It is for you to decide. Shall it
be with the saints, and martyrs, and prophets, or in
the dark caverns of hell, amidst blackness and darkness
forever? Make haste to be wise; for “how
shall we escape if we neglect so great salvation?”
At our church in Chicago I was closing
the meeting one day, when a young soldier got up and
entreated the people to decide for Christ at once.
He said he had just come from a dark scene. A
comrade of his, who had enlisted with him, had a father
who was always entreating him to become a Christian,
and in reply he always said he would when the war
was over. At last he was wounded, and was put
into the hospital, but got worse and was gradually
sinking. One day, a few hours before he died,
a letter came from his sister, but he was too far
gone to read it. Oh, it was such an earnest letter!
The comrade read it to him, but he did not seem to
understand it, he was so weak, till it came to the
last sentence, which said:
“Oh, my dear brother, when you
get this letter, will you not accept your sister’s
Savior?”
The dying man sprang up from his cot,
and said, “What do you say? what do you say?”
and then, falling back on his pillow, feebly exclaimed,
“It is too late! It is too late!”
My dear friends, thank God it is not
too late for you to-day. The Master is
still calling you. Let every one of us, young
and old, rich and poor, come to Christ at once, and
He will put all our sins away. Don’t wait
any longer for feeling, but obey at once. You
can believe, you can trust, you can lay hold on eternal
life, if you will. Will you not do it now?