miércoles, 12 de junio de 2013

To day if ye will hear his voice


Again, he limiteth a certain day, saying in David, To day, after so long a time; as it is said, To day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts.

Heb 4:7



It reminds me of a story that I read some years ago about a prospector in Arizona. He was one of those gold minded people, and he wanted to get rich all at once, so he goes in to the desert to prospect. While he was prospecting (the story goes) that he found a great nest of nuggets, and just overnight, became a multimillionaire with the sacks full of gold. And he packed his burro, and he and his burro, and faithful dog started back to civilization with the sweat flying from his face, his eyes a glittering, and on his road to have a good time the rest of his life.

So when he was nearing to his place where his destination would--was to be, they said there was an old abandoned shack. And he went into this shack, and laid the money out upon the table by a little grease candle, and was looking over the nuggets. Little did he know that there was eyes watching him. And along about the time that he laid down and went to sleep... While he started to go to sleep, the old faithful dog begin to bark.

And he was laying on his pillow thinking, "Oh, tomorrow I'll change these nuggets for currency. And I'll buy great cars, and I'll drink good whiskey. I'll do all these things, and have a big time, and I'll go to every dance," and all he would do, daydreaming that.

And his dog kept barking, barking away. He went to the door, and opened the door, and said, "Shut-up!" And the dog whined; he was tied to a leash, and he tried to warn his master. But he went back again and laid down on his bed. And again the dog started barking again.
And he called him time after time, "Shut-up! I don't want to hear you! I want a lovely dream tonight of the good times I'm going to have tomorrow when I cash in my gold."

And finally the dog barked again. He become angry. He reached in the corner and got a double barreled shotgun, went to the door with both the hammers back, and shot the dog down to death. Said, "That'll take care of you. I won't need you any more anyhow." Set the gun down, and laid down on the bed, and folded his hands with his dream, and fell off to sleep.

Just in a little while, the door opened easily. Someone slipped across the floor, and plunged a saber knife into his bosom, and took the gold, and left with it. Oh, what did he do? He killed the voice that was warning him! Let that not be our stand.
Oh, that voice of the Holy Spirit that warns the church day after day as we see the approaching of the Lord. Let's not still that voice by ignoring it and turning it away. But let's take heed to the warning that it gives us. God has watchmen over His heritage.


And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.

Gén 6:3


Rvdo. William M. Branham