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November 1
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Universal was the
doom, neither rich nor poor escaped: the learned and the illiterate,
the admired and the abhorred, the religious and the profane, the old
and the young, all sank in one common ruin. Some had doubtless ridiculed
the patriarchwhere now their merry jests? Others had threatened
him for his zeal which they counted madnesswhere now their boastings
and hard speeches? The critic who judged the old mans work is
drowned in the same sea which covers his sneering companions. Those
who spoke patronizingly of the good mans fidelity to his convictions,
but shared not in them, have sunk to rise no more, and the workers who
for pay helped to build the wondrous ark, are all lost also. The flood
swept them all away, and made no single exception. Even so, out of Christ,
final destruction is sure to every man of woman born; no rank, possession,
or character, shall suffice to save a single soul who has not believed
in the Lord Jesus. My soul, behold this wide-spread judgment and tremble
at it. How marvellous the
general apathy! they were all eating and drinking, marrying and giving
in marriage, till the awful morning dawned. There was not one wise man
upon earth out of the ark. Folly duped the whole race, folly as to self-preservationthe
most foolish of all follies. Folly in doubting the most true Godthe
most malignant of fooleries. Strange, my soul, is it not? All men are
negligent of their souls till grace gives them reason, then they leave
their madness and act like rational beings, but not till then. All, blessed be God, were safe in the ark, no ruin entered there. From the huge elephant down to the tiny mouse all were safe. The timid hare was equally secure with the courageous lion, the helpless cony as safe as the laborious ox. All are safe in Jesus. My soul, art thou in him? November
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