Dying Without God

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · Jul 24, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 30.

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Dying Without God

A YOUTH at one of the large ironworks in Sheffield, says one, was accidentally thrown onto a red-hot armor-plate. When he was rolled off by his fellow workmen, it was doubtful if he could live, he was burned to the bone on nearly all of one side. His work mates cried, "Send for the doctor," but the poor suffering youth cried, "Never mind sending for the doctor; is there any one here who can tell me how to get saved? My soul has been neglected, and I am dying without God. Who can help me?"
Although there were three hundred men around him, there was no one who could tell him the way of salvation. After twenty minutes of untold agony, he died as he had lived.
One man who saw this accident, and heard the cries of the dying youth, was a wretched backslider, and when I asked him how he felt about the matter, he said: "I have heard his cries ever since, and wished I could have stooped down and pointed him to Jesus, but my life closed my lips."
Does your life tell sinners that you are saved, or does it close your lips, when those around hear you talk, and witness your actions? — Selected.