Hell Is in My Way

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 30, 1870

Hell Is in My Way.

A YOUNG lady was so strongly moved under the preaching of the gospel that she often wept. Her pastor watched her with interest, hoping to see her brought to Christ. After a time, not seeing her at church, he inquired concerning her of her widowed mother. She replied, weeping, “Ah, sir, my daughter has met with companions who are leading her sadly astray.”

The pastor did his best to bring back the girl. His efforts were in vain. She had given her heart to folly. But her sinful pleasure could not guard her against the assaults of death. Not many weeks after, while busy over her sewing, she suddenly dropped her needle and exclaimed, “Oh, I am dying!”

She was taken to bed. Looking wildly round, she said, “I see Heaven and hell before me. I can’t get to Heaven, for hell is in my way!”

These were her last words. Terrible words, were they not? But would not the same words be applicable to you, O impenitent sinner, if you were now on your death-bed? Would not hell be in your way too? Would it not be “moved from beneath,”—a stormy sea of fire,—to “meet you at your coming? You know it would. Why not go to Christ, then, for pardon? Would hell be in your way if you were a pardoned, instead of an impenitent, sinner? You know it would not. Why then delay? Why not flee to Jesus? Why not?