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Deceitful Riches

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 4, 1857

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 10, No. 5.

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Deceitful Riches.

Usually, when a worldling is dead, we ask how rich he died? O! say many, he died rich: he hath left a great estate. Alas! the poor man hath slept his sleep, lost his dream, and when he awakes, he finds nothing in his hand. Where lies his golden heap? Only the rust of that heap is gone to witness against him, his Mammon fails him, only the unrighteousness of it follows him: others have the use of it, only the abuse of it he carries to judgment with him: he hath made his friends, but he hath undone himself: so that I may justly write this motto upon every bag, This is the price of blood. Shall I then treasure up the price of blood? No; Christ hath intrusted me as a steward, therefore, what I have, and need not, Christ shall have in his members, that need, and have not. So the transitory treasures, when they shall slide away, shall not carry me with them: but when I shall pass away, I shall carry them with me.