The King Of Terrors. By Hector Alves

We were Traveling home one beautiful Sunday evening on the suburban train; the coaches were filled and many were standing in the aisles. Above the noise of the train was heard the chatter and the laughter of the giddy crowd, young and old. Some had spent the day in sport; they had their picnic baskets, their ball and bat, and other evidences of the day spent in Pleasure. Some were returning home from the theater and other places of amusement, and all were talking and laughing over the amusement they had indulged in during the day that is called " The Lord's Day."

We were returning from a Gospel meeting, a very solemn meeting, at which two servants of the Lord had been preaching on the subject of sin, and warning their listeners to "flee from the wrath to come" and to trust in the Lord Jesus Christ for the salvation of their souls. Noticing the indifference of the people on our train in regards to these eternal things and, realizing our responsibility towards them at such a time, my companion said to me, "Let us give these pleasure-loving people a gospel tract." So we went through the Train, handing each passenger a little gospel paper. we were not very well received; the people did not want their fun and amusement interrupted in such a manner. Many refused to accept the tract from us; some, when they saw what they were threw them on the floor; others simply tore up the silent messengers. So we felt disappointment at the general reception of the Word of God.

Our Train had traveled about five or six miles when it suddenly came to a stop. The conductor informed us that we would all have to leave the train, walk across a long trestle just ahead, and that we would find a train waiting for us at the other end to take us on our journey.

We were told that the train ahead of ours had struck and run over a man who
had been walking on the trestle. The remains were lying on the track, to be viewed by the Coroner, who we learned, was on our train. As each passenger walked single file over that trestle, a gruesome sight met his gaze. Soon most were seated on the waiting Train, some remaining to watch the proceedings.

It was some of the same company who sat in the waiting train, but there was a very different attitude now. The laughter had died down; the talking was in hushed tones. What made the change? Death, the "King of Terrors" had spoken! There countenances were altered! I said to my friend, "let us offer them gospel tracts once again." How different was the reception! All accepted them, some with a "Thank you," and as we returned to our seats we noticed that the little silent messengers were being read with interest.

Reader, Have you ever heard the voice of that one whom Bildad, in Job 18 : 14, calls the "King of Terror"? " It is appointed unto man once to die and after this the Judgement" (Hebrews 9 : 27), You will have to keep this appointment some day, and then the King of Terrors will usher you into eternity. In Your case, would it be heaven or hell? If you have trusted in the Lord Jesus Christ as your Lord and Personal Saviour, it would be heaven. "He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting Life," But if you have not done so, it would be hell. "He that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the WRATH OF GOD abideth on him" (John 3 : 36). Get this matter settled Before YOU have the appointment with death (The King Of Terrors).

"Time is earnest, Passing by;
Death is earnest, drawing nigh;
Sinner, wilt thou trifling be?
Time and death appeal to thee.

Get Back to GOD today Through JESUS CHRIST the only Way and You shall be save.
GOD Bless.
Delords.