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Friday, March 6, 2026

Sinners Need The Gospel Now

Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

SINNERS NEEDS THE GOSPEL NOW.

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Charlie Peace was a criminal. Laws of God or man curbed him not. Finally the law caught up with him, and he was condemned to death. On the fatal morning in Armley Jail, Leeds, England, he was taken on the death-walk. Before him went the prison chaplain, routinely and sleepily reading some Bible verses. The criminal touched the preacher and asked what he was reading.

 ‘‘The Consolations of Religion,’’ was the reply. Charlie Peace was shocked at the way he professionally read about hell. Could a man be so unmoved under the very shadow of the scaffold as to lead a fellow-human there and yet, dry-eyed, read of a pit that has no bottom into which this fellow must fall? 

Could this preacher believe the words that there is an eternal fire that never consumes its victims, and yet slide over the phrase without a tremor? Is a man human at all who can say with no tears, ‘‘You will be eternally dying and yet never know the relief that death brings’’? All this was too much for Charlie Peace. So he preached. Listen to his on-the-eve-of-hell sermon.

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‘‘Sir,’’ addressing the preacher, ‘‘if I believed what you and the church of God say that you believe, even if England were covered with broken glass from coast to coast, I would walk over it, if need be, on hands and knees and think it worthwhile living, just to save one soul from an eternal hell like that!’’

My reader, because the Church has lost Holy Ghost fire, men go to hell-fire! We need a vision of a holy God. God is essentially holy. The cherubim and seraphim were not crying, ‘Omnipotent! Omnipotent is the Lord!’’ nor ‘‘Omnipresent! and Omniscient! is the Lord,’’ but ‘‘Holy! Holy Holy!’’ This vast Hebrew concept needs to penetrate our souls again. If I make my bed in hell, if I take the wings of the morning—yet He is there. God compasses us in time; God, the inescapable God, awaits us in eternity. We had better be at peace with Him here, and be in the center of His will now!


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