Sermons

Delay is Dangerous

Charles Haddon Spurgeon June 22, 2020 Scripture: Genesis 24:55 From: Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit Volume 13

Delay is Dangerous

 

“And her brother and her mother said, Let the damsel abide with us a few days, at the least ten; after that she shall go.” — Genesis 24:55.

 

You know the story of which these words form a part. Abraham was anxious to secure a wife for his son Isaac. He sends, therefore, his well-tried servant to the land of their forefathers, and takes an oath of him that he will bring a maiden from thence, who should be, by her birth and character, suitable to her future destiny. The venerable servant departs on his delicate and difficult errand. He took all precautions, and then commended his case to the wise disposal of his own and his master’s God. Success, which was in perfect harmony with hie faith, and with the divine promises, at once crowned his efforts. The maiden best adapted above all others to be the spouse of Isaac is sent to meet him. She immediately responded to his wishes, and conducted him to the house of her friends. The aged man was wise in his generation, and knew that a key of gold has the power to open the heart most tightly locked either by prejudice or pride: everything gives way before its subtle influence. He had calculated wisely, and his plans are matured at once into all he had fervently desired and prayed for. No sooner had Abraham’s servant exhibited his offerings, jewels of silver and jewels of gold, with ear-rings and bracelets of precious metal, than he at once won the consent of Laban, Rebecca’s brother, and of her mother; for what would not Laban have agreed to do for the sake of such valuable things? The good servant, therefore, when he went to his bed that night, might well have slept soundly, congratulating himself that he had found in his anxious mission an easy task, that he should be able to go back next morning to his master, taking Rebecca with him, and that the whole matter would be carried through with surprising speed. Judge of his surprise, when, the first thing Laban said in answer to the good man’s request, “Send me away,” was, “Oh no! we cannot afford to let you go just yet; we must have the damsel here a little while longer, ten days at the least.” I do not know what may have been Laban’s particular reason, but I suspect his motives were in keeping with his character. If you observe his subsequent conduct with regard to Jacob, you may rest assured that there was something in the background. He thought, perhaps, that there were more golden bracelets to be had, that he was parting with his sister rather too cheaply, that he must not let the priceless gem go out of his hands too soon, therefore he would keep the account open, and bargain over it again; or, if he could not get more out of the servant, he might at least get ten days more service

 from the maiden, for she appears to have been the keeper of the sheep of the household, and to have performed the usual menial duties attended to by the young women of the family in the East. So Laban may have thought he might as well have her for ten days longer. It was just like him; he would have as much as he ought to have, and as much more as he could get; that was his honesty. He would get all that it was possible to squeeze out of everybody; that was his generosity.

     We shall not, however, have anything more to do with Laban to-night, than to use his desire to retain his good sister Rebecca as an illustration of the way in which this wicked world endeavours to meet the invitations of the gospel, by trying to retain the awakened sinner a little longer in its grasp. I believe there are many here who have a hope that one day or other they will be saved. They have consented, in their judgment, that it is a right thing to be converted, but not yet. The world says, “Yes, these are weighty considerations; you shall go with that man; you shall have Christ; you shall put your trust in him; but not yet; stop just a little while.” Satan’s last counsel to his servants seems to have been, “Do not openly oppose the gospel; give way to it, but suggest delay; do not set men’s consciences in opposition to gospel truth, for that is a hammer, and perhaps it will break their rocky hearts to pieces; but tell them to yield to the hammer; to say, ‘Yes, yes, it is all true, quite correct; but we must wait a little longer, at least ten days; there is plenty of time; there is no need to hurry; let the damsel wait a little while, ten days at the least.’”

     I. I want to draw your attention, first of all, to THE WORLD S PRETEXT FOR THIS DELAY.

     I stand knocking to-night at the world’s door, and I say, “There is a young heart here I want for Christ;” the world replies, “All right, you shall have it one of these days, but there is time enough yet.” I say of another, “Here is a man whose strength and vigour I want for the Saviour.” “All right,” says the world, “do not DO in such a fever about it; we are all agreed with you; we all think as you do, that religion is important, but wait awhile, put it off, take time, tarry a little; there is no cause for all this hurry and this fuss.” If I ask the world what it means by talking like this, it says, “Well, you see, some of these people are so young; it is too young for them to think of giving their hearts to Christ: would you have all the boys and girls turn saints ? Would you have all the young men and women walking in the ways of Christ, and following in the footsteps of the Crucified?” I answer, “Yes, indeed, I would;” but I wonder at the world’s impudence in putting such a question as this concerning some of you, for some of you are not young. You have passed the period of youth years ago, and yet you are unconverted; and if I might hold parley with the world about some of the youngsters, I cannot about you. Why, surely the world cannot have the face to tell me that you who are thirty, forty, fifty, or even sixty years of age, are still too young! I should not wonder, indeed, but what it turns round and tells me that you are too old, and that your time of mercy is past, and that I am too late. At any rate, Satan often does play both tunes, and while to-day he says, “Too soon,” to-morrow he cries, “Too late.” Too young to be saved! Is any one too young to be happy? Too young to be a Christian! Is any one too young to get the richest treasure that can make human hearts glad? I tell you honestly, that if I knew I had to die like a dog, that that would be an end of me, and that there were no hereafter world of bliss for the people of God, I would prefer then, even for the happiness of this life, merely to have Christ in my heart, to have the possession of his love; for there is nothing that can make the step so elastic, nor the eye so sparkling, nor the heart so cheerful, as a clear conscience: and where can a clear conscience be found but in those who have washed in the fountain of the atoning blood, and thus are made clean? O young people, do not let the lying world tell you that you are too young. When our Lord was on earth, he said, “Let the little ones come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.” Do not believe that it is too soon for Christ to welcome you. Your need of him begins with your life, for you are born in sin, and shapen in iniquity; as soon as ever you begin to act, you begin to sin in acting. Your first tendency is to fall as soon as ever you are on your feet. It is never too soon too have the strong arm of a Saviour put around you to hold you up, that you may be safe. What, is it too early in the lamb’s life to be carried in the shepherd’s bosom? Why, its very youth and consequent weakness form the reason why it needs him at once above all others. 0 that the very babes knew Christ, and that the boys and girls learned to lisp his name, their little hearts going with their lispings! They cannot, surely, be too young.

     Then the world says, “O stop a little longer; we should like these young people to know something about life” Well, but, base world, what dost thou mean by that? What hast thou to do with life? We, too, want the young people to know something about life: but what is life? Why, true life is to be found only in the followers of Christ, in whom is life. “Well,” says the world, “but we mean the life.” I know what you mean; you mean the death. You want the young people to know something about life, you say. I hear you; it is the voice of the same hissing serpent that said, “Ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil;” and our mother Eve, in order to know evil as well as to know good, has destroyed this race. And many a young man and young woman in trying to know good and to know evil, has come to know that which has made the head to ache, and the heart to palpitate, and the nerves to tingle with exquisite pain, that which has brought the frail body to an early grave, and the doomed soul down to the lowest hell! I pray God that our young people may not know life in that aspect, but that they may know life in the true sense, and search for it where only it is to be found.  

“There is life for a look at the crucified One,
There is life at this moment for thee.”

If thou wantest the best, the highest kind of manhood’s life, come and give thy heart to Christ, constrained so to do by his Spirit.

     “Ah! then,” says the world, putting on its best smiles, “it is all very well for you to talk, but we do not want our young people to give up all their pleasure.” And what hast thou to do with pleasure, thou painted Jezebel? what hast thou to do with happiness, false deluder of souls? The World, this canting, hypocritical world, dares to utter and dwell upon that word “pleasure” and it does not know what it means — ask those who have tried its joys. Its princely minds, such as Byron, who, like an angel, flew through the hell of this world’s pleasures. Ask them what they have made of it all, and their only answer is in a groan, and with  a sign, deep heaving from their inmost spirits, they join in modern times with the verdict of the ancient royal philosopher, who said, “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity!” Pleasure, indeed! Happiness, indeed! Thou base world, what dost thou know about it?

“Solid joy and lasting pleasure,
None but Zion's children know.”

It is because we would have these people possessed of pleasure that we wish them to be converted, and that we desire to see them joined to Christ. It is false, as false as God is true, that religion makes men miserable. Spurious religion may do so. They who worship Moloch may adore him with shrieks and cries, but the worshippers of Jehovah bow before their God with gladness; they come into his presence with thanksgiving, and into his courts with joy. The richest joy, the noblest festivities, the most enchanting mirth that hearts can know, is that which we find at our Father’s throne when we adoringly worship him, and do him active service. When the prodigal came trembling back from the far off land to his father’s house, his misery ceased and his joy began so soon as his father had spoken. What bliss must have thrilled him with the word of his gracious parent’s lips! The best robe! The precious ring! The costly shoe! The fatted calf! All for me? Why, it seems too good to be true. But so it is to be; and not only in his case, but with us all. “Religion’s ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.” Our cup has joy’s quintessence distilled into it, and it is filled to the brim. “That your joy may be full,” said the Master; and it is full, as full as God’s eternal love, as Christ’s most precious grace, and the Spirit’s blest communion can make it; yes, as full as heaven and eternal bliss can fill it. Heaped up, running over, it is measured to us from our Lord; so that we can say —

“I would not change my blest estate
For all that earth calls good or great;
And while my faith can keep her hold,
I envy not the sinner’s gold.”

     Now, I wonder what else the world has to say by way of wishing to keep these people a few more days? Oh! yes; oh! yes; I know it brings out the ledger, and puts the pen behind its ear, and it says, “A young man ought to mind the main chance, he should get on in business, and then when he has made a competence, he may sit down and think about the world to come; but his first object should be to make money.” Yes, my good sir, and if you would but speak the whole of your mind, you would say that he ought in the last place to make money too. I knew your father well. He began life as you would have these young people begin, and he plodded on, and plodded on to the end of his allotted term, never having had time to think about religion. He was such a rare sensible old gentleman, such a wiseman! “What I want, is facts and figures,” said he, “none of your nonsense; do not tell me about your opinions; I cast my books up on a Sunday — that is the way to spend your Sabbath. I dare say when I have nothing else to do, I shall have time to think about my soul.” He was a rare “fine old English gentleman,” a very wise old man; howbeit, one night he lifted up his eyes in hell, and with all his accurate bookkeeping and balance of accounts, he had to sum it up: “No profits; I have gained my wealth, but lost my soul.” And oh! if he could come back again, he would say to his son, “My son, you had better begin business at the right end; make the soul sure, and then look after the body; hook yourself fast to eternity, and make that right, and then see after the slippery things of time as best you can in subservience to that.” At any rate, let Mr. Worldly-Wiseman say what he may, that God, who knows more about us than we do about ourselves, says, “Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all other things shall be added unto you.” So, false world, farewell, go thy way, and set thy traps elsewhere, for we do not believe that it is a good thing for awakened hearts to wait until it shall be too late. These are some of the pretexts under which this delay is desired on the part of the world.

     II. Shall I tell you now WHAT IS THE DRIFT OF ALL THIS WAITING? Ten days did not seem too long; but they might have been ten days too late. One day does not seem much; but one day more may be one day too late, and one day too late is to be too late for ever; yea, one minute too late is an eternity too late! Remember that, if thou hast missed of Christ by but the ticking of a clock, thou hast missed of Christ for ever: so that minutes and ticks of clocks may be invested with a very solemn power, if we come to look at them in that light.

     But what the world means is just this, “Ah!” says Madam Bubble, “here is a young person impressed — if we laugh at him it will deepen the impression; but we will say to him, ‘Come, come; let the impression go for a little while; this is not the fit time; when you have a more convenient season, you can bring it on again.’” This game the old tempter keeps on playing over and over again. He does it very blandly; he does not oppose religion, but “everything in its proper place,” says he, “and this is not just the time for it; wait a little longer.” lie said this to some of you ten years ago, and he is saying the same to you to-night, and if you live, he will say the same ten years hence; and again when you are on your dying bed; and so with this cunning he will cheat you out of your soul. The world says again to itself, “Every time we get this impression put off, we get the conscience more unlikely to receive it again, for no man stultifies his conscience without suffering injury thereby.” If I say to my awakened conscience, “No, I will not hear thee,” my ear gets less retentive of the sound, and Mr. Conscience himself grows less able to speak. When the knocking at the door has been heard for sometime and not answered, a man gets to be so in the habit of hearing the alarm, that he could go to sleep and let a man knock all night. I have heard that the men who make the big boilers in Southwark, when they are first put inside the boiler, are nearly stunned by the horrible noise made by those who are hammering on the outside, but after awhile they get so used to the sound that they can almost go to sleep, and let the men hammer away as long as they please. Or, as Rowland Hill has said, “Men become like the blacksmith’s dog, which goes to sleep while the sparks are flying about its ears; so there are many who, after awhile, will go to sleep under the most startling sermons. They used to hear a minister who spoke very plain English to them, and they were greatly startled, and they said, “I cannot hear him and go on in sin;” but they can hear him quietly now, and not only go on in their old sins, but wax worse and worse. Oh! there are some of you who come here who are fearful hypocrites! I can hardly comprehend where some of you have got such terrible hardness of heart from, as to be able to plunge again into sin after the very plain talk which I try to give you. I have searched my ministry through and through, to see whether I have deceived you, and as the Lord liveth, I do not know a single fault which I have not tried to expose, nor one which, if I found out, I would not seek to crush down at the first opportunity. And yet there are some of you who will go to hell, who will go over hedge and ditch to it, who will force their way from Christ, and down to the flames. If a thousand earnest men were to conjure you to escape from the wrath to come, you would still prefer evil. God grant that their souls may yet be turned, or else the heavy fate awaits them of those who, though solemnly warned, have hardened their hearts, and must therefore perish without remedy.

     Moreover, the world says, “Well, if they do go at last, yet we will exact from them as long a time of service as we can. Suppose they do leave us and engage in the service of Christ, yet we shall have had their help in the work of the devil for a good long time, and they will be poor old lame things when they go limping into Christ’s service, and they will not be good for much then.” The devil knows that Christ loves the young, and therefore he tries to keep the young from going to him. “No,” says he, “if he will have that flower, I will not let him have it in the bud if I can help it; he shall have it when it gets full blown, and much of its beauty has gone from it; I will keep it with me while in its prime as long as I can. Ay, and there is this thing in addition, that while I have it in my power, I can do that to it which it can never get rid of in this life: I will lead it into sins that shall cleave to its memory; I will teach that young man vile songs that shall some day come up in his mind when he begins to pray; I will show him scenes that shall stagger him when he grows old, and make him cry, as though his very bones were broken. “Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my former transgressions.” “Ah!” saith Satan, “if I lose him, yet I shall have spoiled him for ever becoming an eminent Christian, and through him I shall have done the King of heaven as much damage as may be.” That is what the devil says; he wants to have you altogether, or if he cannot do that, he would have you wait a little while. O may God’s eternal mercy come to your rescue, and may you be saved from him without waiting the ten days; may your hearts be brought to Jesus now! And how sad the thought, that Satan is getting service out of some who will have to spend much of their after life in trying to undo what they have in their blindness been led to perform for the god of this world! What a waste of time and talent, to build up in misery to-day what you will wish, for very shame, to pull down to-morrow! Some men have written books, or done deeds in early life, which will meet them as long as ever they live, confronting them in the path of service, and proving to be their direst foes. It will be a source of ever recurring grief to find yourself wounded by an arrow feathered thus out of your own wing — to feel yourself crushed by stones your own hands set a rolling in days gone by. And, mark you, that all the increase of your vineyard is now not only lost to your lawful Master, but Satan knows that it is sure to cause a vintage of evil even after your life is over. Your works do follow you. The echoes of your evil words will reverberate far down the ages. Your footprints will have made a track which others will follow when you are not there. The false light you hung out years back will serve to wreck souls even when you yourself, safe over life’s sea, shall be at rest in your desired haven. If heaven could find room for a single sorrow, it would have, I think, some connection with the thought that we have thus helped to ruin souls. Sow no more tares. Come to Jesus, even now.

     III. Thirdly, having exposed the pretexts of the world, and tried to show its cruel designs, OUR REAL OBJECT IS TO HAVE OUR HEARERS SAVED, AND TO HAVE THEM SAVED NOW.

     I never did come upon this platform desiring that my ministry might be blessed to you months alter you had heard the sermon; but I trust I have prayed times without number that it might be blessed at once to the salvation of souls. It is an immediate result that we must look for and labour to achieve.

     There were three reasons why Abraham’s servant wished Rebecca to go with him at once, and these move me to desire your conversion to-night.

     First, he desired it for his Master's sake. He knew that Isaac was looking forward to the happy day when he should be married to his chosen bride. And oh! the heart of Jesus is longing after sinners. It is a happy day for a sinner when he finds a Saviour, but it is also a happy day for the Saviour when he welcomes the lost ones. It is one of Christ’s wedding-days when he gets a soul to come to him. Oh! how the bells of Jesus’ heart do ring when he hears a soul say, “God be merciful to me a sinner!” You know how he suffered I See him fastened to the tree! What is to pay him for all his pangs? Nothing — nothing but the love of your hearts when you come to him with all your sins, and say, “Jesus, forgive me!” May you, then, come and trust him now, saying —

“Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd’st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come!”

Our Lord for the “joy set before him, endured the cross, despising the shame.” It is written, that he rejoices over us with joy and singing, so that he reaps the fruit of his pains and groans in our salvation. When the shepherd lays the sheep on his shoulders, he returns home rejoicing, for he has found the sheep which was lost. The joy of finding the strayed one compensates him for all his toil, he forgets the length of the road, the toilsome climb up the mountains in search of it. It is found! It is found! That is enough: that one joyful cry embodies the measure of his satisfaction and reward. How Christ delights to save! It was his meat and his drink to do it on earth, and it is his joy though now in heaven. This is how Christ is rewarded for his soul’s travail; and that Christ, then, may be made happy, joyous, and triumphant, we desire that you should be saved now.

     Abraham’s servant, too, desired it for his own sake, because he was a faithful steward, and wanted to do his business well. And how we desire your conversion for our sake! It will make us so happy! There is no bliss that can come to the soul of the Christian minister like the bliss of knowing that he has been made the means of bringing some to Christ. It is in this way that we receive at once the fulfilment of the Scripture, “In keeping his commandments there is exceeding great reward.” We get our reward while we are obeying his precept, “Go into all the world, and preach the gospel unto every creature.” Our chief reward is in heaven, but even now, whenever a lost sheep is found, and a prodigal restored by sovereign grace through us, we immediately receive a recompense. My dear brethren and sisters in the Sunday-school, your reward is on high, but do you not know what it is to have a crown of rejoicing even here? I am sure you do, if ever you have seen that some young spirits have been by you led to the Saviour. Your hearts full weary before, have been refreshed, and you have gone back to your labour with more zeal than ever. Your desire has been increased, and you long more intensely after souls. Ask our brethren the city missionaries, and our sisters the Bible-women, “What is your encouragement in your arduous work?” They would reply, that next to the Master’s presence and the hope of his commendation at last, they placed the joy of doing good, and seeing men, once as heathenish as any found in foreign lands, sitting at the feet of Jesus, all their nature changed, a legion of demons expelled, and now clothed and in their right mind — these once lost ones are found; the dead are alive again. If it were not for these encouragements by the way, it would be hard work to go on preaching the gospel. I know we ought to do so, the commission is clear, it is undoubtedly our duty, but it would be heavy work compared with our present state, where we reap as well as sow, and the goodly sheaves at once ingathered reward the reaper’s toil. We have many, many sorrows; we could not be God’s ministers without having them; but oh! the joy of knowing that through us, praying souls have been brought into the spiritual world, and that in them Jesus Christ has seen of his soul’s travail — it is the greatest bliss out of heaven, and we, therefore, desire to see you saved now.

     But the principal reason that the man wished it, was for Rebecca’s sake. He knew that Isaac would make a good husband to her. And we know that Jesus Christ will make a blessed husband to your souls. He will enrich you with all the treasure of his grace. He will clothe you with his robe of righteousness. He will comfort you with his love. He will cheer you in this world. He will take you home to dwell with him in the many mansions above. You will find him to be a precious Christ to you, and when you get to him you will say, “I never knew what happiness meant till I found him.” You will be grateful to think that you are saved; and therefore, for your own sakes, we desire that this very night you may give up your sins; that the Spirit of God may draw you by his grace, to cast yourselves upon the finished work of the Lord Jesus, trusting in him to save you, as he will do, if you put your faith in him. Think for awhile, I beseech you, how much is to be gained by your immediate seeking of the Saviour! You at once are free from the guilt and condemnation of sin; you are at once clothed with a peerless robe of righteousness; immediately “all things are yours that very moment “ all things begin to work together for your good.” You have heaven then for your home, and your citizenship is in the kingdom of glory. You shall never more lack any good thing. No evil can be all you, nor any plague come nigh your dwelling. Time would fail me to try and calculate your immediate blessedness. And then you make the eternal life sure and certain; whereas you may delay and delay, till you lose the life which now is and that which is to come. For your sakes we desire your immediate salvation. Our hearts are filled with joy and gladness, as we sit at the King’s table in his banqueting-house, and his banner over us is love; but we remember our friends outside, in darkness, poverty, and want, and we would fain call them in to our feast. There is room enough; and our hearts would be yet more filled with joy if we could see the wedding completely filled with guests. O all ye hungry ones, come and eat with us of angels food, and drink with us of cups of salvation! Here is a royal feast: oxen and fatlings are killed; all things are ready; come ye to the wedding; the Master bids you come at once. Why remain in hunger and fear outside? Enter freely. You are bidden to the feast; a right hearty welcome shall you receive now. Tarry not till the door be shut, and you left in the outer darkness, where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.

     IV. Now, lastly, WE BELIEVE THAT THIS DESIRE OF OURS IS A VERY REASONABLE ONE, and we think we can prove it without the necessity of entering upon a long argument.

     We will put before you, with this view, two or three little pictures. Alexander conquered the world, and we should like you to do so, in the best of senses. We will ask Alexander his secret. Alexander, thou hast overcome Darius; thou hast driven the Persians before thee as a lion drives a herd of sheep; how hast thou done it? The very question was once asked of him personally, and his answer was this — “I never delayed.” Everybody admits, that in his way, Alexander was a worldly-wise man, and eminently successful, and here was the secret of it — “I never delayed.” Do you hear that, young man? You want to be great; you want to be happy. What is your ambition? Learn from Alexander. Foul-mouthed, as he sometimes was, we can pick this jewel from his lips — “I never delayed.” I think that a greater than he could have said that in his life, I mean the apostle Paul. How was it that he was able to do so much during that latter part of his life, in which God blessed him? Why, he could have said, “I never delayed.” If you would be in the kingdom of heaven, great, happy, honourable, useful, if you would have a crown that shall be weighty with many a gem, learn the lesson — “I never delayed.”

     Next, we have a little country picture. We will come from the classic to the rustic. It is a snowy day, and some boys have put a few bricks together ; they have made a sort of square box of them, and have set one up on edge on a piece of stick, and have scattered under it a few crumbs. Here comes a robin, and he picks up a crumb or two, and while he is picking, down comes the brick! “I did not wait long? says the robin, “but I am caught! I did not wait long, but I cannot get out! I did not wait long, but I have lost my liberty! I did not wait long, but it may be I shall lose my life!” All! little robin, thou shalt be a preacher to some here. They have gone a little into sin, and they are inclined to-night to wait a little while. Take care that this is not your song one of these days, “I did not wait long, but the devil caught me in his trap! I did not wait long, but I wailed too long! I did not wait long, but 1 lost my soul for ever!” God grant that this may not be your lot.

     There is another picture. A number of men are upstairs in a house, amusing themselves with a game at cards. What is that? The window is red! What is that cry in the streets? “The house is on fire!" says one. “Oh!” answers another, “Shuffle the cards again, let us finish the game; we have plenty of time.” “Fire! Fire! Fire!” The cry rises more sharply from the streets, but they keep on. One of them says, ‘It is all right, I have the key of the door on the roof, and we can get out at the last minute; I know the way over the leads — it is all right.” Presently one of them says, “Are you sure we can get through that door?” and he goes to try, but finds it locked. “ Never mind,” is the answer, “I have the key.” “But are you sure you have the key?” “Oh, yes! I am sure I have; here it is, try it for yourself, and do not be such a coward, man, try it.” The man tries the key. “It will not turn!” says he. “Let me try,” says his friend. He comes and tries, and puts it in the lock. “O God! ” he shrieks, “It is the wrong key!” Now, sirs, will ye go back to your game again? No, now they will strain every nerve and labour to open the door, only to find, possibly, that it is all too late for them to escape. So, some of you are saying, Oh, yes! what the man says is well enough, but you know, we can repent whenever we like; we have a key that can turn the grace of God whenever we please; we know the way, has he not told us to-night it is just to trust Christ, and we can do that whenever we please — we shall get out ?” Ah! hut suppose you cannot do that whenever you please! Suppose the day is come when you shall call, and he will not answer, when you shall stretch out your hand, but no man shall regard ? Suppose, suppose you should cry, “Lord, Lord, open to us,” and the answer should be, “I never knew you; depart, ye cursed!” Besides, if you think that that key will open the door, and you can repent now, why do you not repent now? You believe that you have full power to do so! O do it, do it, and do not trifle with that power, lest when the power is gone, you find too late that in one sense it never was there!

     Do you want one other picture of the folly of delay ? Ah! you heard of it some time back last winter, and I should think you must have heard of it with tears in your eyes — I mean that terrible accident on the ice in Regents Park. Why did not the people come off the ice when they could see it was rotten ? Why did they not leave it when it was beginning to be cut up into such small pieces as to be scarcely larger than paving scones? It was all very well to be on it when it was a solid cake; but why did they not flee at once when there was danger? Nobody can now answer that question ; bub there is only this to be said: it is most probable that all those who were there meant to have come off very soon. Probably nine out of ten of them may have thought to themselves — “Well, it is getting rather dangerous; it is not quite the thing to be here; just one more merry ring; let us just cut another ‘figure eight; and have just one more dash up and down the slide; it will be firm enough for that; let us stand here for two or three minutes at any rate.” They were all coming off, but – Ah! there is the end of the story; only that it is even till this day continued by other people with the sighs, and cries, and lamentations of husbands and of wives, of children and of parents, who can now only regret the fatal delay, but can do nothing to make amends. Ah! some of you are on the rotten ice of the world’s pleasures, and of your own confidence. It is all rotten: why do you not come off? “Oh,” say you, “I shall come off by-and-by.” Oh! I see you: there is something fascinating in your pleasures, and a man likes to see his neighbours happy. I see yon skating over that dangerous ice; but why do you not come off? With some of you life is getting very frail. Ah! those lungs are hardly sound: you are spitting blood. The grey hairs are getting pretty plentiful on your head. You have had a warning: you have had one fit, and the doctor has told you what will be the consequence of another. Why do you not come off when the ice is breaking up like this? You may come off; you may come off to-night. If you perish it will not be the fault of one who would act the part of a Humane Society man, and say to you, “Now, ere the last break-up comes; now, before the rising of to-morrow’s sun, which may bring the final break-up, escape for thy life! look not behind thee! stay not until thou hast reached the Saviour, and found mercy in him!”

     May God the Holy Ghost draw you, lead you, bless you, for Jesus Christ’s sake.

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