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The dregs of old age!
(Thomas Brooks, “The Crown and Glory of Christianity, or, HOLINESS, the Only Way to Happiness“, 1662)Β
“Let me die the death of the righteous, and may myΒ end be like theirs!” Numbers 23:10
Many desire toΒ repent when old age comes, when . . .
Β theirΒ witsΒ are cracked,
Β theirΒ soulsΒ distracted,
Β theirΒ sensesΒ stupefied,
Β theirΒ heartsΒ bewildered,
Β theirΒ mindsΒ darkened and
Β theirΒ bodiesΒ diseased and distempered.
Oh, then they think that they will be able to leap into Heaven, with aΒ “Lord have mercy upon me”Β in their mouths.Β Even though they have lived like devils–yet they hope they shall die like saints!
Do you think, O vain man–that after you have spent yourΒ time, and wasted your strength, and exhausted your energies in the work of Satan, and in the service of your lusts–that God will receive you to His grace and favor? If you do thus flatter yourself–it is ten thousand to one that you will deceive yourself!Β Though true repentance is never too late–yet late repentance is seldom true.Ah, how many millions are now in Hell–who have thought, and resolved, and said that they would repent hereafter–but that hereafter never came!Β
You sayΒ “Tomorrow, tomorrow I will repent,”Β when you know not what a tomorrow will bring forth. Alas! how many thousand ways mayΒ deathΒ surprise you before tomorrow comes!Β Though there is but one way to come into the world–yet there are a thousand thousand ways to be sent out of the world.Β Oh, the diseases, the hazards, the dangers, the accidents, the deaths–which daily, which hourly attend the life of man!
Ah friends! it is a dangerous thing to make repentance to be the task of old age.Β
The longer any man defers his repentance, the more difficult it will be for him to repent:
Β Β hisΒ heartΒ will every day grow more and more hard,Β
Β Β and hisΒ willΒ more and more perverse,Β
Β Β and hisΒ judgmentΒ more and more corrupted,Β
Β and hisΒ affectionsΒ more and more disordered,Β
Β and hisΒ conscienceΒ more and more benumbed or enraged,Β
Β and hisΒ whole lifeΒ more and more defiled and debauched.
Friends, do not deceive yourselves! Old age is but a tottering and sinking foundation for you to build your eternal hopes and happiness upon–your eternalΒ makingΒ orΒ marringΒ upon! Are the dog-days of old age–are the trembling hands, the wrinkled face, the failing eyes, the gasping lungs, the fainting heart, the feeble knees, and the broken down legs–are these a sacrifice worthy of a majestic God? Is aΒ bodyΒ full of sores, aches, and diseases–and aΒ soulΒ full of sin–an offering worthy of a holy God? Surely not!Β
Oh, what madness, what wickedness is this: to serveΒ Satan, yourΒ lusts, and thisΒ worldΒ with full dishes–and to put offΒ GodΒ with scraps! To serve Satan, your lusts, and this world in the flower, in the prime and primrose of your days–and to put off God withΒ the dregs of old age!Β Oh, do not let Satan deceive you, do not let your own hearts delude you!
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