1:7. "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us
our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9. It is
sin that excludes us from heaven. It is salvation that saves us from sin,
therefore we, when saved, are ready for that better land.

Future Salvation.

There are a few texts of Scripture which teach a salvation yet in the
future. "And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that
endureth to the end shall be saved." Mat. 10:22. "Wherefore, my beloved,
as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in
my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling." Phil.
2:12. These texts do not prove that there is no salvation only at the end
of human life, else what could be the meaning of the many texts that speak
of a present salvation? These two texts are very easily harmonized with
those teaching a present experience of saving grace.

As long as we are in this world it is possible for us to lose our
salvation. Though we are now saved from sin by grace it is possible for us
to be overtaken in some way and lose this experience. As long as we are
here we must endure temptation. But if we endure unto the end when this
mortality puts on immortality we pass beyond the possibility of losing
salvation, hence, we are saved eternally. By resisting temptation, by
praying and watching, we "work out our salvation." The time comes when
there are no more temptations to resist, and we are safe and saved
forever.

I am saved now from all sin, but to keep this experience I must watch,
pray, work, resist and endure unto the end of my life, and then my
salvation receives the seal of eternity--saved in glory forever. Amen.

Wonders Of Salvation.

When man the wonders of creation
Beholds in deepest contemplation,
Adores not the Almighty One,
Must have indeed a heart of stone.

Thou mortal! seest not the sun
His daily course so proudly run?
The moon in her nocturnal race,
With sweet and tender, smiling face?
The stars in pale but beauteous light,
Twinkling, shining all the night?
Stupendous ocean, wild and free,
Bold image of eternity?
The mountain cliff that checks the storm,
And sheds its tears on valley farm?
Poor soul twice dead indeed must be,
And plucked up like uprooted tree,
Or dulled by sensuality,
Or lured by prodigality,
Which does not bound with a