“What must I do to be saved?”
It was late one Saturday in winter, a clergyman was sent for in haste to see a dying woman…
Mounting the stairs he gathered from her mother that she had caught cold after her confinement, and that her hours were numbered. On entering the room there was a scene of woe. In a little cradle by the fire, rocked by a woman who wept as she rocked it, was an unconscious infant, a baby who would never know the preciousness of a mother’s love. At the foot of the bed, and on the left side of it, were the mother and sister; on the right side knelt her husband, clasping her hand in his, and weeping as only men can weep.
And then, as they made way for the minister of God, the dying woman roused herself: with her large and lustrous eyes she looked a look of anxious terror which sent a chill right through the minister; away from her husband and from her sleeping child, and from her mother and sisters, and from all sounds and scenes of this lower world, she suddenly and quickly turned, as if there was but one thing really worth thinking of, and in a voice of mournful and thrilling earnestness; calling him twice by name, she said, “Oh, what must I do to be saved?”
It was indeed late for the dying young mother to begin thinking of that. After some medicine had been given her to keep up her strength; it was hard to discern much of the excitement upon her now. How much was from a quickened conscience? How much was it from her consuming fever? Oh, there were but a few hours left, and of those hours, there was actually but a few fragments.
It is needless to add that the pastor preached to her Jesus; that he labored hard as she drifted in and out of consciousness, to show her the way of life. And the pastor had reason to believe that poor woman was taken into the arms of the Good Shepherd, and in the final moments of her life, she was brought into Christ’s sheep-fold, –where the wolf never comes and the sheep never wander. But as the hours passed by; hour by hour, her fever grew on her, her head became weaker, and so she was less able to listen: Oh, what a risk she ran; a risk that might have cost her, her very own soul!
My dear friend, May I ask you, is everything right between you and the Savior? Do you trust in his finished work for the complete forgiveness of your sins? Or, have you hesitated, –afraid to lay it all down on the altar: all the pleasures that the world has to offer you; all the addictions; all the so-called benefits. Are you afraid to give them to Christ? Are you afraid that you might be left with nothing? Oh, my dear friend, what a risk you are taking! What an awful chance you are running! Does not the thought of losing your very own soul not trouble you? Do you believe that God is a liar? Do you believe that hell does not exist? Oh, in this even the devils believe and tremble!
If you have not accepted Jesus as your Savior, may I strongly urge you to do so now? Do not delay! This night your soul might be required of you. Make your decision for Christ right now.
“Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household.”