The Fire of God's Wrath.
By D. L. Moody
Out in our western country in the autumn, when there has not been any rain for months, sometimes the prairie grass catches fire; there comes up a very strong wind, and the flames roll along twenty feet high, and go at a rate of thirty or forty miles an hour, consuming man and beast. When the frontiersmen see it coming, what do they do? They know they cannot run as fast as the fire can run. Not the fleetest horse can escape from that fire. They just take a match and light the grass around them and let the flames sweep, and then they get into the burnt district and stand safe. They hear the flames roar as they come along; they see death coming towards them; but they do not fear, they do not tremble, because the fire has passed over the place where they are, and there is no danger. There is nothing for the fire to burn. So there is one mountain peak that the wrath of God has swept over, that is Mount Calvary, and that fire spent its fury upon the bosom of the Son of God. Take your stand there, by the cross, and you will be safe for time and eternity. Escape for your life, young man, young woman; flee to yon mountain, and you are safe. May God bring you to Calvary, under the shadow of the cross! Then let death and the grave come! You will shout, "Glory to God in the highest!" For there is no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus.—D. L. Moody.