“NOT SAVED” by C.H. Spurgeon.

“NOT SAVED” by C.H. Spurgeon.
….
“The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved” (Jer. 8:20).

NOT SAVED! Dear reader, is this your mournful plight?
Warned of the judgment to come, bidden to escape for your life,
and yet at this moment not saved? You know the way of
salvation, you read it in the Bible, you hear it from the pulpit, it
is explained to you by friends, and yet you neglect it, and
therefore are not saved. You will be without excuse when the
Lord shall judge the quick and dead. The Holy Spirit has given
more or less of blessing upon the word which has been
preached in your hearing, and times of refreshing have come
from the divine presence, and yet you are without Christ. All
these hopeful seasons have come and gone—your summer and
your harvest have past—and yet you are not saved.

Years have followed one another into eternity, and your last
year will soon be here; youth has gone, manhood is going, and
yet you are not saved. Let me ask you—Will you ever be saved?
Is there any likelihood of it? Already the most propitious
seasons have left you unsaved: will other occasions alter your
condition? Means have failed with you—the best of means,
used perseveringly and with the utmost affection—what more
can be done for you? Affliction and prosperity have alike failed
to impress you; tears and prayers and sermons have been
wasted on your barren heart. Are not the probabilities dead
against your ever being saved? Is it not more than likely that
you will abide as you are till death forever bars the door of
hope? Do you recoil from the supposition? Yet it is a most
reasonable one: he who is not washed in so many waters will in
all probability go filthy to his end. The convenient time never
has come; why should it ever come? It is logical to fear that it
never will arrive, and that, Felix-like, you will find no
convenient season till you are in hell. Oh, bethink you of what
that hell is, and of the dread probability that you will soon be
cast into it!

Reader, suppose you should die unsaved, your doom no words
can picture. Write out your dread estate in tears and blood, talk
of it with groans and gnashing of teeth; you will be punished
with everlasting destruction from the glory of the Lord, and
from the glory of His power. A brother’s voice would fain
startle you into earnestness. Oh, be wise, be wise in time, and
ere another year begins, believe in Jesus, who is able to save to
the uttermost. Consecrate these last hours to lonely thought, and
if deep repentance be bred in you, it will be well; and if it lead
to a humble faith in Jesus, it will be best of all. Oh, see to it that
this year pass not away, and you an unforgiven spirit. Let not
the new year’s midnight peals sound upon a joyless spirit. Now,
Now, NOW, believe, and live. “Escape for thy life; look not
behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain; escape to the
mountain, lest thou be consumed.”
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