I’ve often said if I can be a young man of twenty-five years old, if God would appear on the platform tonight, and say, “I will turn you to twenty-five years of age. There you’ll remain for a million years, and I’ll make you the king over all the universe. Everything will be at your command. Or I’ll give you a hundred years of misery and woe, and trouble, and sorrow, but at the end of that hundred years, I’ll give you Eternal Life. But the end of the million years, you are lost.”
Oh, I’d say, “Lord God, I don’t have to wait any longer to make my choice. Let me have the hundred years of misery and woe, any kind of a death that you choose for me to die, only, Lord, give me Eternal Life. For though I own the whole world and was king for a million years, at the end of that million years, I become a hell-bound creature for eternity. But no matter how bad my lot is here, at the end of my life, if I’ve got Eternal Life, I live on in the blessed Presence of God forever and forever.”