I Am Lost, and I Don’t Care!

A young man was taken ill one night. His mother called a doctor. The doctor, upon examining the young man, saw that he could not live more than twenty-four to thirty-six hours at the most. He called the mother into another room and told her that the boy would not live.

The mother was overcome with grief, especially because she knew the boy was unsaved. Finally, after a time, she regained her composure.

She telephoned her pastor to come and talk to her boy about his soul. Then endeavoring to hold back her tears, she went into the sickroom and said to her boy, “Son, the doctor says that you cannot live more than thirty-six hours.

I have telephoned my pastor to come over and talk with you.” The boy looked his mother in the eye, and said, “I don’t want to see your preacher. I will not let him talk to me. I am lost, and I don’t care.

Two years ago I was in a revival meeting and was powerfully impressed that I ought to give my heart to Christ. I resisted that impression. I grabbed my hat and left the tabernacle. After I got out, I cried, ‘Holy Spirit, leave me!

I will never give in to be a Christian.’ I determined to blot that desire from my mind. I have never had a desire from that time on to be a Christian. I am lost, and I don’t care.”