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, he
said, 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
bad 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 Saviour?" 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. Are you going to let present opportunity
pass without coming to Christ? Are you going to let these solemn
moments come to an end without entering the ark? Let every one of us,
young and old, rich and poor, come to Christ at once, and He will put
all our sins away.
Only a step to Jesus,
O why not come, and say,
Gladly to Thee, my
Saviour, I give myself away.