1 Timothy 2:3-4, “For this is good and acceptable in the sight of God our Saviour; 4 Who will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of the truth.”
John 1:12-13, “But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name: 13 Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.”
He was a blacksmith, and a most wretchedly wicked man. He knew everything that is blatant and blasphemous in infidelity. He hated everything that is good, and loved everything that is bad. He studied to make himself an irritation to all who believed in God, not even sparing his wife, who did the best she could in the patience and kingdom of Jesus. This man was given up as altogether beyond moral recovery, and so indeed he seemed. Prayer was made as though he had no existence; churches were opened and shut, but never with references to him; the Gospel was preached and mercy offered, but no one connected him with God’s message to the world.
A few miles back in the country from this blacksmith’s town there lived an old couple. Father and Mother Brown as they were known. They were close to ninety years of age. Theirs had been lives of conscious acceptance with God and of patient, unremitting devotedness to Him; and they were waiting without sorrow and without fear for the promised home-coming.
Very early one morning the old man awoke, terribly agitated, and began to call his wife; “Get up, wife! Get up!”
“Why, old man,” she said, “what is the matter?” He answered: “I can’t tell you now what’s the matter; for I must start a fire in the kitchen. I want you to get breakfast ready as soon as you can. I’ve got to go to town this morning.”
“You go to town this morning!” she exclaimed, “Why you are out of your head. You can’t go to town. You haven’t any way of going, and I know you can’t walk.”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” the old man persisted. “I tell you, I’ve got to go to town. I had a dream last night, and – well – I’ll go and make the fire, then tell you about it.”
His wife followed him, the breakfast was prepared, and when the meal was over, the old man started for town. It was a long and weary way for an old man to walk, but some strange strength was supplied him and without stopping to rest he kept on. The village reached. Through the main street he trudged, then into the narrow cross street and he made his way to the shop of “Devil John,” the blacksmith.
“Father Brown!” he exclaimed, in great amazement, “what are you doing here, and so early in the morning?”
The old man answered: “That’s just what I’ve come to tell you. Let’s go inside, where I can sit down; for I am tired.”
Together they went into the shop, and when seated, the old man said: “John, I had a dream last night, and I have come to tell you about it. I dreamed that the hour I have thought about so much and tried to keep ready for so long was come. It was my time to die. And it was just like I thought it was going to be: for it was just as the Lord promised it should be. I wasn’t the least be afraid. How could I be? My room was full of angels, and they all spoke to me, and I loved them and know they loved me. Then some of them stooped and slipped their arms under me, and away we went. Beyond the clouds we mounted thru the starry skies. Oh, how they sang! I never heard anything like it in my life. On we swept, and on till one of them said, ‘Look yonder now; there is Heaven.’
“Oh, John, I can’t tell you how I felt when I was in sight of heaven; nor can I tell you what I saw when I looked. I don’t believe anyone could tell it. It was so peaceful, so beautiful, and so glorious! As we drew nearer, I saw the gates swinging open, and with even faster wing than we had come we swept through them into the city. Such a welcome! Welcome from everybody; all so glad; every hill seemed robed in gladness; it was in the fragrance of the flowers, in music of every harp, in song of every tongue, in the grasp of every hand; gladness everywhere, because I had come.
Why, they made over me like I was somebody, when I was only a poor sinner saved by Jesus’ blood. I found all my children there – not one of them lost – my boy that you used to be with and play with so much when you went to school together, was there, and your old mother, who was in my classes when I went to school. And after a time – I don’t know how long it was – I saw the same angels who brought me, bring another; and it was my dear, sweet wife. I loved her more than the day we first got married. We sat under the Tree of Life together, and walked by the river that flows from the throne of God. So happy! And I saw angels bringing in others – others that I love and you love. And so the years of ETERNITY rolled.
“Then, John, all at once it came to me that I hadn’t seen you anywhere. I set out to look for you. I went into every street, asked everybody, but could get no trace of you. I was distressed more than you could know; and went to the Lord, my precious Saviour, and asked Him where you were. And, O John that you could have seen how sorry He was when He told me that you hadn’t come. And He wept, as I suppose He often did when he was down here, and told me, ‘Nobody ever asked John to come.’ Oh, I fell at His feet. I bathed them with my tears. I laid my cheeks upon them and cried: ‘Blessed Lord just let me out of here an hour, and I’ll go and ask him to come. I’ll give him an invitation.’ And right then and there I woke up.
It was beginning to get light in the east, and I was so glad I was alive, so I could come and ask you to go to heaven: and now here I am and I have told you my dream, and want you to go.” The Apostle John saw Jesus in all His glory. Who spoke to him these words: “I am the first and the last. I am He that liveth, and was dead …. Behold, I am alive forevermore, amen: and have the keys of hell and of death.” Yes, “Christ died for the ungodly” – Romans 5:6.
With other words the old man urged the royal invitation, but the blacksmith stood as one petrified. He could not speak nor move. Father brown got up, saying, “Goodbye, John; remember you’ve got the invitation: remember – you are asked to come.” Then he took his staff and went home.
The blacksmith seemed to come to himself, and as one recovering from a magician’s charm, he set out to pursue the labors of the day. But everything went wrong – the bellows would not work right, the hammers would not strike right. “God be merciful to me a sinner!” he began to sob at last and leaving the shop, he went home. He told his wife of Father Brown’s visit. “Blessed be god!” she said. “We will send the horse and buggy and have him come back.” “Yes,” he added, “for I mean to accept the invitation, and I want him to pray to god to keep me true and steadfast to the end.”
“And the Spirit and the Bride say come. And let him that heareth say come, and let him that is athirse COME. And WHOSOEVER WILL, let him take of the water of life freely.” (Revelation 22:17)
“Because He hath appointed a day, in the which He will JUDGE the world in righteousness, by that man (the Lord Jesus Christ) whom He hath ordained; whereof He hath given assurance unto all men, inthat He hath raised Him from the dead.” “Behold NOW is the accepted time, behold, NOW is the DAY OF SALVATION” – 2 Corinthians 6:2.
“Repent ye therefore and be converted that your sins may be blotted out.” Acts 3:19.
If you are not a born again Christian, pray from your heart: “Dear God in Heaven, please forgive me of my sins and come into my heart, save my soul and live as my Saviour and Lord. Please help me to live the Christian life in your strength. Thank you in Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen.”