Procrastination

SOME little time back a very, very near and dear relative of mine died. He was the only child of a Christian mother, When asked to attend church or chapel he invariably gave impatient answers, such as "I am young" (he was twenty-three), "wait a bit; I want to see more of the world. I shall be religious some day.”
Never very strong, he came home one day, saying the doctor had told him that he needed rest, and that he was not to continue work for a little while: still he evinced no anxiety whatever about his never-dying soul. Weeks went by thus, till one day, after watching the tiny hands of his little baby girl, just a fortnight old, he said to his wife, "I will never doubt there is a God again." He then suddenly made up his mind to attend the preaching of the word of God on the following Sunday But the next Tuesday night he was seized with a violent fit of coughing, which left him nearly prostrate, and on the very Sunday he had purposed to hear God's message of love he lay dying upon his bed. Then he said to his wife, "If I ever get over this I will be different." Texts of Scripture were read to him, and his Christian friends implored him to repent and turn to God; but God alone knows what his end was. At eleven o'clock that same night he died.
God nowhere in His word tells us to wait till to-morrow: "To-day if ye will hear His voice." (Heb. 3:7.) "He, that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy." (Prov. 29:1.)
L. S.