>”One sad case I must mention, that of old C.K. I visited him often, and as sure as I would begin to repeat a Gospel text he would finish it. He seemed to know almost all the Gospel texts of the Bible, but was dying in the dark. I was very anxious about him, the more so as it was evident the end was nearing. I called one day. He was sitting pillowed up in bed, but I seemed unable to speak. At last he raised his eyes, and as he saw me he shook his head, saying, “I’m dying, I’m dying.” I began to tell him of God’s love and free salvation. He cried, “I’m dying, I’m dying, and there’s sixty years’ sins betwixt me and God, an’ I maun jist be daein.”
His hopeless wail seems to ring in my ears as I now write. I have never known a case more sad – a man going down to Hell with the way to Heaven in his head. Most of his relatives were true Christians, and he had often been anxious about his soul; but had again and again resisted the Holy Spirit, and passed into eternity, another proof of the solemn fact – “My Spirit will not always strive with man” (Gen. 6:3.)” ~James McKendrick