The sun shone. A young woman was walking in the park. Suddenly a vile harpy screeched down from her crag and hurled the young woman into a lake. She struggled but the harpy was sinewy and strong smelling. The world seemed to fade away, then just before she drowned the harpy was snatched away and the young woman bobbed to the surface gasping,
"Air.. air.."
That young woman was not saved. There was something more important to her than Jesus. Air. All she could think of at that moment was air. If you'd asked her when she was Saved she'd have had to think about it do you know anyone like that Mrs Portway.
The Christian has been saved from death and torture
FOREVER.
That is so overwhelming an experience that everything else is
in the instant of Salvation reduced to nothing. When drowning the young
Christian woman has only one thought: Jesus.
Song of Solomon 8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
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