THE AWFUL DEATH OF AN INFIDEL SON
DYING TESTIMONIES OF SAVED AND UNSAVED:
The awful death of an infidel son.
"I will never be guilty of founding my hopes
for the future upon such a compiled mess of trash as is contained in that book
(the Bible), mother. Talk of that's being the production of an Infinite mind; a
boy ten years of age, if he was half-witted, could have told a straighter story,
and made a better book. I believe it to be the greatest mess of lies ever
imposed upon the public. I would rather go to hell (if there is such a place)
than have the name of bowing to that impostor (Jesus Christ) and be dependent
on his merits for salvation."
"Beware! Beware! My son, 'for God is not mocked
although 'He beareth with the wicked long, yet he will not keep His anger forever.'
And 'all manner of sin shall be forgiven men, except the sin against the Holy
Ghost. which has no forgiveness.' And many are the examples, both in sacred and
profane history, of men who have
been smitten down in the midst of their sinning
against that blessed Spirit."
"Very well, father, I'll risk all the cutting
down that I shall get for cursing that book, and all the agonies connected therewith.
Let it come, I'm not at all scared."
"O Father, lay not this sin to his charge, for
he knows not what he does."
"Yes, I do know what I'm about, and what I say
and mean it."
"John, do you mean to drive your mother raving distracted?
Oh, my God! What have I done that this dreadful trial should come upon me in my
old age?"
"Mother, if you don't want to hear me speak my sentiments,
why do you always begin the subject? If you do not want to hear it, don't ever
broach the subject again, for I shall never talk of that book, in any other way."
The above conversation took place between two fond parents
and an only son, who was at home on a visit from college, and now was about to
return. And the cause of this outburst was, the kind-hearted Christian parents
had essayed to give him a few words of kind admonition, which, alas! proved to
be the last. And the above were his last words, which he spoke to them as he
left the house.
How anxiously those fond parents looked after him as
though something told them that something dreadful would happen. What scalding
tears were those that coursed their way down these furrowed cheeks! Oh! That
they might have been put in the bottle of mercy! Poor, wretched young man, it
had been better for him had the avalanche from the mountain crushed him beneath
its deadly weight ere those words escaped his lips. Little did he think that He
who said, "Honor thy father and mother," and, "He that hardeneth
his heart, and stiffeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that
without remedy," was so soon going to call him to give an account for
those words, so heart-rending to his aged parents, and so dreadful in the sight
of a holy God. He had imbibed those dreadful principles from an infidel
roommate at college. Beware, young men, with whom you associate, lest you fall
as did this unfortunate young man.
John B. left his home and hastened to the depot
where he took the cars, which were to bear him to M. where he was in a few
months to finish his studies. The whistle blew, and away swept the cars
"across the trembling plain." But alas! they had gone but a few
miles, when the cars, coming round a curve in a deep cut, came suddenly upon an
obstruction on the track, which threw the engine and two of the cars at once
from the rails.
As fate would seem to have it, the wicked son (John
B.) was that moment passing between them. He was thrown in an instant from the
platform, his left arm being "broken, and his skull fractured by the fall;
and in an instant one of the wheels passed directly over both his legs near the
body, breaking and mangling them in the most dreadful manner. Strange as it may
seem, no one else was injured. The dreadful news soon reached his already
grief-stricken parents; and ere long that beloved, yet ungrateful son, was
borne back to them: not as he left, but lying upon a litter a poor, mangled, raving
maniac. Why these pious parents were called to pass through this dreadful
trial, He "whose ways are in the deep and past finding out," only
knows; except that by this sad example of His wrath many might be saved. Many
skillful physicians were called, but the fiat of the Almighty had gone forth,
and man could not recall it. When the news reached the college, his classmates hastened
to see him. When they came, nature was fast sinking, but the immortal part was
becoming dreadfully alive. Oh! that heart-rending scene. His reason returning
brought with it a dreadful sense of his situation. His first words were, and
oh, may never mortal hear such a cry as that again upon the shores of time.
"Mother! I'm lost! lost! lost! damned! damned! Damned
forever!" and as his class-mates drew near to the bed, among whom was the
one who had poisoned his mind
with infidelity, with a dreadful effort he rose in
the bed and cried, as he fixed his glaring eyes upon him: "J____, you have
brought me to this, you have damned my soul! May the curses of the Almighty and
the Lamb rest upon your soul forever."
horror. But those poor parents had to hear and see
it all, for he would not suffer them to be away a moment. He fell back upon his
bed exhausted, crying, "O mother! Mother, get me some water to quench this
fire that is burning me to death"; then he tore his hair and rent his breast;
the fire had already begun to burn, the smoke of which shall ascend up forever
and ever. And then again he cried, "O mother, save me, the devils have
come after me. O mother, take me in your arms, and don't let them have
me." And as his mother drew near to him, he buried his face in that fond
bosom which had nourished and cherished him, but, alas, could not now protect
or shield from the storm of the Almighty's wrath, for he turned from her, and
with an unearthly voice he shrieked, "Father! Mother! Father, save me;
they come to drag my soul, my soul to hell." And with his eyes starting
from their sockets, he fell back upon his bed a corpse. The spirit had fled - not
like that of Lazarus, borne on the wings of a convoy of angels, but dragged by fiends
to meet a fearful doom. May his dreadful fall prove a warning to those who
would unwittingly walk in the same path.
Dear reader, this is an opportunity for you to think it twice about God, change your ways and seek God perhaps you might find Him.
Jesus is all you need, He's the path the lead straight to God. Surrender your life to Him today. Tomorrow might be too late.
Grace to you.
Sources:
(From Earnest Christian, September 1867)
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