During the war, when enlisting was going on, sometimes a man would
come up with a nice silk hat on, patent-leather boots, kid gloves, and
a fine suit of clothes; perhaps the next man who came along would be
a hod-carrier, dressed in the poorest kind of clothes. Both had to
strip alike and put on the regimental uniform.
When you come and say you are not fit, haven't got good clothes,
haven't got righteousness enough to be a Christian, remember that
Christ will furnish you with the uniform of heaven, and you will be
set down at the marriage feast of the Lamb. I don't care how black and
vile your heart may be, only accept the invitation of Jesus Christ,
and He will make you fit to sit down with the rest at that feast.