Will Come by G. B. Thompson

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 26, 1903

Will Come

By G. B. Thompson

G. B. THOMPSON

“But the day of the Lord will come.” Thank the Lord for this blessed promise. Though long delayed, and scoffed at by thousands, it “will come.” The promise is sure. Though thousands of years may have sped by since the Lord gave this promise, it is sure to all the seed.

This blessed promise has cheered the hearts of thousands in their journey through this valley and shadow of death. When worn, tempted, and tried, perchance almost beyond endurance, they have looked ahead to the day when deliverance will come.

To encourage the hearts of the watching pilgrims in Zion the King of the eternal city has placed along their pathway signs as omens of the coming day. In the heavens—in sun, moon, and stars, every place in which a sign could be placed—the Lord has placed a herald of the approaching end. On the earth, in land and sea, and in the air, he has foretold certain conditions which will exist, which, when seen, will unmistakably indicate how far we have traveled on the highway of time, and how near we are to the final consummation. And, further, among earth’s warlike nations mustering for slaughter, in society, in a cold, pleasure-loving church, and in the hearts of men, beholding with dread akin to terror, the gathering storm, the Father has placed precursors of the end, which he has before declared “will come,” and prophetically indicated how near is the great and glorious consummation. As surely as the railway traveler can locate himself, and know how near he is to the end of his journey by consulting the “time table,” so the student of God’s Word can accurately determine where we are in the history of the world, and when the last station will be reached in the long, weary journey from paradise lost to paradise restored.

And, bless the Lord, the end is almost here. The waymarks are nearly all in the past. The day of the Lord is almost here. Though the hearts of some may be growing cold, and they begin to say that the end is delayed, it hasteth greatly. Not much longer will the toils and sorrows of earth continue. God’s people are almost home. The ship, tossed for six thousand years on the foaming breakers of sin’s wild ocean, will soon enter port. The watchman can discern in the distance the land of rest. Though unbelief may thicken about us, let courage and hope spring up anew in the hearts of the watching remnant. The message of the coming King in this generation is no cunningly devised fable. “The day of the Lord will come.” The closing act in the terrible drama being enacted on earth will soon close, and the curtain will drop forever. There has been no more solemn or sublime time than this since man was created.