On board a steamer I met a fruit grower from California. We were
talking together, and he said: "Did you notice that White Star liner
was two minutes late in starting?"
No," I said, "I did not notice it." For these big steamers go away
to the minute, with the precision of a railway train.
He continued: "There was a detention of two minutes.''
"I saw excitement on the wharf," I said, "but I did not know what
it was.''
"Well," he said, "my friend and I raced from California to catch
the steamer. We had just five hours between the advertised time of
arriving in New York and the sailing of the Teutonic. For days our
train ran exactly to the minute, and we reached Albany, only a few
hours from New York, exactly on time -- five days' traveling to the
minute; but at Albany a snow storm came on. The conductor wired the
White Star Company that there were two passengers on board their train
who wanted to catch the Teutonic, and would they just wait a bit? On
the train raced; we came to Jersey City, and the very ferryman had
been advised to wait for us. We got across the river and got a cabman,
and told him to hurry, hurry -- we had just about fifteen minutes, and
we found as we swung into the wharf that we were half a minute behind
time. There were two officers of the Teutonic, all was ready, every
rope had been lifted, every gangway but one away, steam up and the
Teutonic facing seaward, and the mighty racer across the deep was
anxious to be off. Two minutes! There we are. I wanted to give the
cabman something extra, but I could not get my hand into my pocket.
They said: "Come away, come away, or you will be left behind," and I
shouted to my cabman: "I'll see you when I come back," and he replied:
"Ay, many of them tell me that, but they never see me;" and the fruit
grower said: "When I get back to New York, in 21 days, I am going to
find out that poor cabman and let him know that I mean it when I say
'I'll see you again.'"
But the point is that hardly had they got over the gangway, hardly
had they got their feet on the deck, when the vessel swerved from the
shore and swung out into the deep. No more to get on board, no
possibility of getting on board. Do you see it? The ship of salvation
is alongside the wharf, you may be saved tonight, but it is a matter
of haste, for I believe that the gangway is about to be flung ashore.
I believe that the passageway into grace is soon to be dropped, and
the church of God, the saved in the ark of salvation, are to be taken
away.
For your never-dying soul's sake get on board, for as soon as the
ark is filled it is off. And it is filling up. They are coming from
China, and from India, and from Japan, and from the isles of the sea
-- and the ark is filling up, and soon the angel will get his
instructions to put one foot on the sea and the other on the shore,
and to swear that time shall be no longer. O soul, go aboard. Are you
safe in the arms of Jesus? That will stand. Saved and safe. -- John
Robertson.
By J. Wilbur Chapan, "Present Day Parables."