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A Vision of the Lost

Posted by appolus on December 3, 2009

And I saw out of this dark angry ocean, a mighty rock that rose up with it’s summit towering high above the black clouds that overhung the stormy sea. And all around the base of this great rock I saw a vast platform. Onto this platform, I saw with delight a number of the poor struggling, drowning wretches continually climbing out of the angry ocean. And I saw that a few of those who were already safe on the platform were helping the poor creatures still in the angry waters to reach the place of safety.

                                                                     

                                                                    A Vision Of The Lost by William Booth

On one of my recent journeys, as I gazed from the coach window, I was led into a train of thought concerning the condition of the multitudes around me. They were living carelessly in the most open and shameless rebellion against God, without a thought for their eternal welfare. As I looked out of the window, I seemed to see them all… millions of people all around me given up to their drink and their pleasure, their dancing and their music, their business and their anxieties, their politics and their troubles. Ignorant, willfully ignorant in many cases, and in other instances knowing all about the truth and not caring at all. But all of them, the whole mass of them, sweeping on and up in their blasphemies and devilries to the Throne of God. While my mind was thus engaged, I had a vision.

I saw a dark and stormy ocean. Over it the black clouds hung heavily; through them every now and then vivid lightening flashed and loud thunder rolled, while the winds moaned, and the waves rose and foamed, towered and broke, only to rise and foam, tower and break again. In that ocean I thought I saw myriads of poor human beings plunging and floating, shouting and shrieking, cursing and struggling and drowning; and as they cursed and screamed they rose and shrieked again, and then some sank to rise no more.

And I saw out of this dark angry ocean, a mighty rock that rose up with it’s summit towering high above the black clouds that overhung the stormy sea. And all around the base of this great rock I saw a vast platform. Onto this platform, I saw with delight a number of the poor struggling, drowning wretches continually climbing out of the angry ocean. And I saw that a few of those who were already safe on the platform were helping the poor creatures still in the angry waters to reach the place of safety.

On looking more closely I found a number of those who had been rescued, industriously working and scheming by ladders, ropes, boats and other means more effective, to deliver the poor strugglers out of the sea. Here and there were some who actually jumped into the water, regardless of the consequences in their passion to rescue the perishing. And I hardly know which gladdened me the most, the sight of the poor drowning people climbing onto the rocks reaching a place of safety, or the devotion and self-sacrifice of those whose whole being was wrapped up in the effort for their deliverance.

As I looked on, I saw that the occupants of that platform were quite a mixed company. That is, they were divided into different sets or classes, and they occupied themselves with different pleasures and employments. But only a very few of them seemed to make it their business to get the people out of the sea.

But what puzzled me most was the fact that though all of them had been rescued at one time or another from the ocean, nearly everyone seemed to have forgotten all about it. Anyway, it seemed the memory of its darkness and danger no longer troubled them at all. And what seemed equally strange and perplexing to me was that these people did not even seem to have any care, that is any agonizing care, about the poor perishing ones who were struggling and drowning right before their very eyes… many of whom were their own husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and even their own children.

Now this astonishing unconcern could not have been the result of ignorance or lack of knowledge, because they lived right there in full sight of it all and even talked about it sometimes. Many even went regularly to hear lectures and sermons in which the awful state of these poor drowning creatures was described. I have always said that the occupants of this platform were engaged in different pursuits and pastimes. Some of them were absorbed day and night in trading and business in order to make gain, storing up their savings in boxes, safes and the like.

Many spent their time in amusing themselves with growing flowers on the side of the rock, others in painting pieces of cloth or in playing music, or in dressing themselves up in different styles and walking about to be admired. Some occupied themselves chiefly in eating and drinking, others were taken up with arguing about the poor drowning creatures that had already been rescued.

But the thing to me that seemed the most amazing was that those on the platform to whom He called, who heard His voice and felt that they ought to obey it, at least they said they did, those who confessed to love Him much were in full sympathy with Him in the task He had undertaken, who worshipped Him or who professed to do so, were so taken up with their trades and professions, their money saving and pleasures, their families and circles, their religions and arguments about it, and their preparation for going to the mainland, that they did not listen to the cry that came to them from this Wonderful Being who had Himself gone down into the sea. Anyway, if they heard it they did not heed it. They did not care. And so the multitude went on right before them struggling and shrieking and drowning in the darkness.

 

2 Responses to “A Vision of the Lost”

  1. timbob said

    Good evening. This has to be the most timely posting that I’ve ever read here and it’s been a topic of much pondering lately. The sheer numbers of souls in my ambience who do not know Jesus is staggering. I mean STAGGERING! And yet my efforts to reach out with the gospel seem woefully lacking at times. The question that has become a standing prayer request is “do we even have a faint understanding of the tragedy that’s unfolding around us every single day?” Do we really understand that when we encounter one who is lost that we may be that persons final encounter with the gospel? Sobering questions indeed; just as this post is sobering. (but very needful)

    I know that, despite my desire to think otherwise, I’ve squandered more time and blown more opportunities than I can fathom. Earlier tonight I was thinking on this and it became almost too much to bear. And when one takes into account the times in which we live from a prophetic standpoint, the urgency becomes even greater. When a soul goes into eternity lost, there’s no remedy for this. May this understanding travel from our mind, eighteen inches south and into our heart of hearts. To see the situation as the Lord sees it and be about the business that is truly lasting.

    Blessings always in Jesus name.

    timbob

    • appolus said

      Hi brother, good to hear from you. I have just returned from an outreach in my home town of Greenock in Scotland. We had an American invasion 🙂 230 people from Time Square Church in New York came for an outreach. It was awesome. I was joined by a pastor friend of mine and then we travelled down to Wales for a revivl conference at Moriah Chapel, the site of the Welsh revival of the turn of the century. It only gave me a greater hunger to see souls saved, especially in my homeland of Scotland, hence the post by Willaim Booth. People have been hanging out at “A coming Reformation.” https://scottishwarriors.wordpress.com/a-coming-reformation/ Many good comments which I think you woul like……….Frank

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