But their projects did not at all tally.
Some said, 'Put a fence 'round the edge of the cliff';
Some, 'An ambulance down in the valley'.
The lament of the crowd was profound as was loud,
As their hearts overflowed with their pity;
But the cry for the ambulance carried the day
As it spread through the neighboring city,
A collection was made, to accumulate aid,
And the dwellers in highway and alley
Gave dollars or cents-not to furnish a fence
But an ambulance down in the valley....
As
the poem continues we learn of one who questions the ambulance
service. He wonders why they don't solve the problem instead of
soothing the victims. The "majority" replies, "He
would end all our earnest endeavor. He's a man who would shirk
this responsible work, but we will support it forever. Aren't we
picking up all, just as fast as they fall, and giving them care
liberally?"
False
gospels are ambulances to hell! Teaching and abiding in
unadulterated truth is the only cure for a sin-sick soul. Let's
get rid of these "ambulance" projects and use that
neglected Gospel
fence!
Curtis Wubbena