The Most Tragic Words
“When I have a convenient season, I will”: these tragic words of Felix from Acts 24:25 text are more horrible, and awful, and damning, and condemning than all of the other terrible words that you could read in the Bible! But everybody shares, and everybody indulges in the words of this text: “Not now, but some other time. Tomorrow, when I have a convenient season, I will. But not now.”
The lost man says it. “I don’t intend to be damned, I don’t intend to be lost, I don’t intend to die and to fall into hell. I someday will be saved. I’ll give my heart to Christ some other time, some other hour, some other moment, when I have a convenient and propitious time; but not now.” The lost man says it.
The vile man says it: he’s going to reform, someday; he’s going to do better, some other hour. The drunkard says it: he doesn’t intend to lie in the gutter all his life, to live out his days in insensibility and in filth and in the gutter; he intends to do better!
And the Christian says it. These are the commonest words you will find among Christian people: “We’re going to pray some of these days. We’re going to read this Bible some of these days. We’re going to work for God some of these days. We’re going to do that visit some of these days. We’re going to win people to Christ some of these days. When I have a convenient season, I will.”
For Felix the convenient season never came. He was never converted. He died a miserable suicide; and Drusilla his wife, and the boy she bore Felix, perished in the great eruption of Vesuvius in Pompeii. They were never saved; they were never Christians.
He was going to be all that a mortal should be
No one should be kinder or braver than he
A friend who was troubled and weary he knew,
Who’d be glad of a lift and who needed it, too;
On him he would call and see what he could do
Each morning he stacked up the letters he’d write
And thought of the folks he would fill with delight
It was too bad, indeed, he was busy today,
And hadn’t a minute to stop on his way;
More time he would have to give others, he’d say
The greatest of workers this man would have been
The world would have known him, had he ever seen
But the fact is he died and he faded from view,
And all that he left here when living was through
Was a mountain of things he intended to do
[“Tomorrow,” Edgar A. Guest]
Words above from Dr. Criswell, together with Edgar A. Guest’s “Tomorrow”. Something to give a second thought to. I know I have. Tomorrow never does come in reality. Tomorrow is the Today I was concerned with Yesterday. I had to read this several times. Perhaps you will too.