Cold-Heartedness

“COLD-HEARTEDNESS”

Picture if you will, a giant eagle soaring majestically above the Niagara River, his great wings spread in flight. As he glides silently overhead looking for prey, he spies the carcass of a bird floating upon a block of ice on the River below.

He swoops down, lands on the ice, and begins to devour the dead bird. From time to time, while he eats, he looks up and sees the river is broadening out — a sign it is nearing the falls — but hastily returns to his meal, waiting until the ice is about to go over the falls when he will spread his wings and fly to safety. Why worry about the falls? Here is a great feast. There’s plenty of time.

So the ice floats onward carrying its strange cargo nearer, yet nearer, the gigantic falls. The roar of this great spectacle of God's handiwork grows louder and louder as if crying out a warning that death is near, but to no avail.

At last, as the block of ice is about to plunge over the falls, the eagle lifts his wings to take flight. But, while he has been engrossed in eating, his long talons have become frozen in the ice. He is unable to free himself, and goes screeching over the falls to his death.

The same can be said of many people’s today. They go floating along on the river of life interested only in material things. "The Judgment Day Falls" cry out, but they pay no heed. Oh someday, when they are lying on their death bed, when they are about to breathe their last breath, when they have tried all the world has to offer, then, when they have no other way to turn, then they intend to accept Christ. They intend to fly into the safety of his everlasting arms. But they wait too long. The world has frozen their hearts and they plunge over "Judgment Day Falls" unsaved.