Christ is still waiting to forgive;
He is stretching out His arms to receive you. Only look at Him with the
same penitence and faith that the dying thief felt.'
'Nay,' groaned the dying man, 'he could show his faith by confessing Him
before all those who were crucifying the Lord, and it was a glory to the
Saviour to forgive him then. But what glory would it be to pardon me on
this death-bed, where I can do nothing for Him? No; I can do
nothing--nothing! All these years I could have worked for God; but now I
can do nothing!'
'Uncle,' said Miss Anne, 'our Lord was asked by some, "What shall we do,
that we might work the works of God?" and He answered them, "This is the
work of God, that ye believe on Him whom He hath sent." Oh, that is all!
Believe on Him, and He will forgive you; and all the angels in heaven
will glorify Him for His mercy.'
'Anne,' he answered, fixing on her a look of despair, 'I cannot. My
heart is hard and heavy; I remember when it used to feel and care about
these things; but it is dead now, and my soul is lost for ever. Anne,
even if Jesus is willing to pardon me, I cannot believe in forgiveness.
Pages:
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188