Once to every Ilion and nation comes the moment to decide
In the strife of Truth and Falsehood for the good and evil side:
Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right;
And the choice goes by for ever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Then to side with Truth is noble, when we share her wretched crust,
'Ere her cause bring fame and profit and 'tis prosperous to be just.
Then it is the brave man chooses while the coward turns aside,
Doubting in his abject spirit till his Lord be crucified;
And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.—J. Russell Lowell
(Deut. 30. 19; 1 Chron. 12. 18; Matt. 26. 14, 15)
R. Murray McCheyne, a godly Scottish minister, hearing that a friend of the family had said that she was determined to keep by the world, wrote the following lines on her melancholy decision:
She hath chosen the world and its paltry crowd;
She hath chosen the world and an endless shroud;
She hath chosen the world with its misnamed pleasures;
She hath chosen the world before heaven's own treasures.
She hath launched her boat on life's giddy sea,
And her all is afloat for eternity.
But Bethlehem's star is not in her view,
And her aim is far from the harbour true.
When the storm descends from the angry sky,
Ah! where from the winds shall the vessel fly?
When stars are concealed and rudder gone,
And heaven is sealed to the wandering one.
The whirlpool opes for the gallant prize,
And, with all her hopes, to the deep she lies!
But who may tell of the place of woe
Where the wicked dwell, where the worldlings go?
For the human heart can ne'er conceive
What joys are the part of them who believe,
Nor can justly think of the cup of death,
Which all must drink who despise the faith.
Away, then-oh, fly from the joys of earth!
Her smile is a lie-there's a sting in her mirth.
Come, leave the dreams of this transient night,
And bask in the beams of an endless light.
(Jer. 8. 20; Heb. 2. 3)
A little girl asked her father, "Do you ever pray?" He asked her, "Is it your mother or your aunt who has put you up to this?" "No, Father," said the child, "the preacher said that all good men pray." He answered, "Well, you and your mother and your aunt can go your way, and I will go mine." "Father," said the little thing with simplicity, "which way are you going?" It flashed upon him that he had chosen the way of death. He began to pray for mercy. Which way are you going?—Light and Life Evangel.