Luke 19:41-44 And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it, God forbid that any of you should at the last have the dismay of the Scotchwoman of whom I was reading. One night she could not sleep because of her soul's wandering from Christ. She got up and wrote in her diary: "One year from now I will attend to the matters of my soul." She retired, but could not sleep. So she arose again, and wrote a better promise in her diary: "One month from now I will attend to the matters of my soul." She retired again, but found no sleep, and arose again and wrote: "Next week I will attend to the matters of my soul." Then she slept soundly. The next day she went into scenes of gaiety. The following day she was sick, and the middle of next week she died. Delirium lifted from her mind just long enough for her to say: "I am a week too late. I am lost!" Oh, to be a year too late, or a month too late, or a week too late, or a day too late, or a minute too late, or a second too late, is to be for ever too late. May God Almighty, by His grace, keep us from the wild, awful, crushing catastrophe of a ruined soul. (Dr. Talmage.) Parallel Verses KJV: And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it, |
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