Go To Morning Reading Evening, December 31
oThe harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.o
u Jeremiah 8:20
Not saved! Dear reader, is this your mournful plight? Warned of the
judgment to come, bidden to escape for your life, and yet at this moment
not saved! You know the way of salvation, you read it in the Bible, you
hear it from the pulpit, it is explained to you by friends, and yet you
neglect it, and therefore you are not saved. You will be without excuse
when the Lord shall judge the quick and dead. The Holy Spirit has given
more or less of blessing upon the word which has been preached in your
hearing, and times of refreshing have come from the divine presence, and
yet you are without Christ. All these hopeful seasons have come and
goneuyour summer and your harvest have pastuand yet you are not saved.
Years have followed one another into eternity, and your last year will soon
be here: youth has gone, manhood is going, and yet you are not saved. Let
me ask youuwill you ever be saved? Is there any likelihood of it? Already
the most propitious seasons have left you unsaved; will other occasions
alter your condition? Means have failed with youuthe best of means, used
perseveringly and with the utmost affectionuwhat more can be done for you?
Affliction and prosperity have alike failed to impress you; tears and
prayers and sermons have been wasted on your barren heart. Are not the
probabilities dead against your ever being saved? Is it not more than
likely that you will abide as you are till death for ever bars the door of
hope? Do you recoil from the supposition? Yet it is a most reasonable one:
he who is not washed in so many waters will in all probability go filthy to
his end. The convenient time never has come, why should it ever come? It is
logical to fear that it never will arrive, and that Felix like, you will
find no convenient season till you are in hell. O bethink you of what that
hell is, and of the dread probability that you will soon be cast into it!
Reader, suppose you should die unsaved, your doom no words can picture.
Write out your dread estate in tears and blood, talk of it with groans and
gnashing of teeth: you will be punished with everlasting destruction from
the glory of the Lord, and from the glory of his power. A brotherAs voice
would fain startle you into earnestness. O be wise, be wise in time, and
ere another year begins, believe in Jesus, who is able to save to the
uttermost. Consecrate these last hours to lonely thought, and if deep
repentance be bred in you, it will be well; and if it lead to a humble
faith in Jesus, it will be best of all. O see to it that this year pass not
away, and you an unforgiven spirit. Let not the new yearAs midnight peals
sound upon a joyless spirit! Now, now, NOW believe, and live.
oESCAPE FOR THY LIFE;
LOOK NOT BEHIND THEE,
NEITHER STAY THOU IN ALL THE PLAIN;
ESCAPE TO THE MOUNTAIN,
LEST THOU BE CONSUMED.o
Spurgeon, Charles H., Morning and Evening, (Oak Harbor, WA: Logos Research
Systems, Inc.) 1995.
Sincerely in Christ,
Charlie Ray,
Chaplain
1 Timothy 4:16
chaplain@isgroup.net
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