In one of the battles of the Civil War an officer rode up to his superior, General Longstreet, and said that he was not able to obey the order that had been given him to bring his men up to the line of battle.
"Very well," answered Longstreet with withering irony, "never mind. Just let them stay where they are. The enemy is going to advance, and that will spare you the trouble."
If you delay to make war against evil, remember that Satan does not.
Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near,
The waters of life are now flowing for thee;
No price is demanded, the Savior is here,
Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.
Delay not, delay not, Why longer abuse
The love and compassion of Jesus thy God?
A fountain is open'd, how canst thou refuse
To wash and be cleansed in His pardoning blood.
Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come,
For mercy still lingers and calls thee today:
Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb;
Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.
Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace,
Long grieved and resisted may take His sad flight;
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,
And sink in the vale of eternity's night.
Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand,
The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade;
The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand,
What power then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid?—H. L. Hastings
In the ruins of Pompeii there was found a petrified body of a woman, with her jewels in her hands, which she had spent her time gathering instead of fleeing from the doomed city. By her delay she lost both her jewels and her life. Multitudes are making the same mistake. We must not delay making our decision between God and the world. "Ye cannot serve God and Mammom."—Selected
A woman in the mountains of Tennessee was seated in the doorway of the cabin, busily eating some pig's feet. A neighbor hurried up to tell of how her husband had become engaged in a saloon brawl and had been shot to death. The widow continued munching on a pig's foot in silence while she listened to the harrowing news. As the narrator paused, she spoke thickly from her crowded mouth:
"Jest wait till I finish this-here pig's trotter, an' ye'll hear some hollerin' as is hollerin'."