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Tract 22
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Am I Really Saved?
To be mistaken is something very serious. That young man who shot his sister almost went wild over it, but still the girl was dead. The boy was mistaken. He thought the revolver was not loaded. That woman with the headache who reached for the camphor bottle to bathe her head, and got the sulfuric acid instead was mistaken. But her head was severely burned just the same. That man who was lost and perished in the mountains was mistaken; he thought he knew the way but he did not. Thousands of calamities are occurring because men are mistaken.
The Bible warns us against being deceived relative to our salvation and exhorts us to examine ourselves to see whether or not we are in the faith. Nowhere would a mistake be more serious than here, but such a mistake is possible or we would not be so warned.
With an eternal hell of punishment to be shunned and a heaven of bliss to be won, we dare not be careless as to our salvation. Just imagine yourself, if you can, after all your church attending and work, waking up some morning and finding you were at the Judgment seat of Christ and there to be aroused to your mistake, too late, and hear the sentence that sends you forever to the land of darkness and torment.
In these days church membership, and being saved are being mixed up so as to deceive many. Many, feeling somewhat convicted of sin, join a church but do not really repent and get saved. This is a fatal mistake.
A woman living in Indiana had for most of her life been a loyal member and worker in the Quaker church, but had never really been converted. When she came to die she awakened to her condition and filled the death chamber with such groans of despair as drove people from her presence. What a fearful, fearful mistake to make!
It will profit you nothing if in your dying hour the physician, with drugs, keeps you in a stupor and there is no awakening of conscience, and your friends never know of your mistakes; it will profit you nothing the nice things the minister may say at the funeral, or that may be printed in the paper if, by your mistake you are In hell. There is coming a time when it will be too late. Now is the time to ask the question, Am I really saved? and to be sure of your answer. It is quite evident that there are many with a profession without salvation. They have at some time been awakened and instead of getting converted first, have simply joined a church and begun church attendance, and church work. They still do many things that they could not do if they were real Christians. They have church life, but no divine life. They do not pray—they may say prayers— and there is no real enjoyment in the prayer meetings should they go. Spiritual preaching makes them nervous. In short, they do not enjoy God or truth and do not care to think about heaven or death.
There is a real experience of salvation. Friend, unless you change that stilted church life for real salvation, you are as sure of hell as the saloon keeper or harlot. You may now be more respectable than they but you are traveling on the same road to hell. Satan is as busy in the church as in the saloon and cares little whether you come to hell with a whiskey bottle or a hymn book. There is no safety but in real salvation through Jesus Christ.
by Mrs. H. C. Dieter.
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FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE
Faces that sorrow I will not see,
Voices that murmur will not reach me,
But where, oh where will my spirit be
Five minutes after I die?
Naught to repair the good I lack,
Fixed to the goal of my chosen track,
No room to repent, no turning back,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE!
Now I can stifle convictions stirred,
Now I can silence the voice oft heard,
Then the fulfillment of God’s sure Word,
Five minutes after I die.
Mated for aye with my chosen throng,
Long is ETERNITY, O so long,
Then woe is me if my soul be wrong
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE!
Oh, what a fool—Hard the word, but true,
Passing the Saviour with death in view,
Doing a deed I can ne’er undo,
Five minutes after I die.
If I am flinging a fortune away,
If I am wasting salvation’s day,
"Just is my sentence," my soul shall say,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE!
Thanks be to Jesus for pardon free,
He paid my debt on Mount Calvary’s tree,
Paradise gates will enfold even me,
Five minutes after I die.
O marvelous grace that has rescued me,
O Joyous moment when Jesus I see,
O happy day when like Him I’ll be,
FIVE MINUTES AFTER I DIE!
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