Imagine that there is a bank that credits your
account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from
day to day. Every evening, it deletes whatever part of the balance
you failed to use during the day.
What would you do? Draw out every
cent, of course!
Each of us has such a bank. Its name
is time. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.
Every night it writes off as lost whatever of this you have failed to invest
to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.
Each day, it opens a new account for you. Each night, it burns the
remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss
is yours. There is no turning back.
There is no drawing against the "tomorrow".
You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as
to get from it the utmost. The clock is running. Make the most
of today.
To realize the value of one year,
ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of one month,
ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of one week,
ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of one hour,
ask the person who missed the last seat on a plane.
To realize the value of one minute,
ask a person who missed a train.
To realize the value of one second,
ask a person who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of one millisecond,
ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Remember that time waits for no one.
"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.
That's why it's called the present!"
Eternity! Time soon will end,
Its fleeting moments pass away;
O sinner, say where wilt thou spend
Eternity's unchanging day?
Shalt thou the hopeless horror see
Of Hell for all eternity?
Eternity! O dreadful thought
For thee a child of Adam's race,
If thou should'st in thy sins be brought
To stand before the awful face
From which the heaven and earth shall flee,
The Throned One of Eternity.
Eternity! But Jesus died --
Yes, Jesus died on Calvary,
Behold Him thorn-crowned, crucified,
The spotless One made sin for thee.
O sinner, haste! for refuge flee --
He saves, and for Eternity.
Tonight my be thy latest breath,
Thy little moment here be done;
Eternal woe -- the second death --
Awaits the grace-rejecting one.
Thine awful destiny forsee --
Time ends, and then Eternity!
To everything there
is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born,
and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is
planted;
A time to kill,
and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep,
and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away
stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a
time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and
a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend,
and a time to sew; a time to keep silence and a time to speak;
A time to love,
and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
