What a frozen stupidity has benumbed us! We are dying, and we know it, and yet we stir not; we are at the door of eternal happiness or misery, and yet we perceive it not; death knocks, and we hear it not; God and Christ call and cry to us, ‘Today, if ye will hear my voice, harden not your hearts; work while it is day, for the night cometh, when none can work.’
Now ply your business, labor for your lives, lay out all your strength and time now or never! And yet we stir no more than if we were half asleep. What haste do death and judgment make! How fast do they come on! They are almost upon us, and yet what little haste we make! Lord, what a senseless, earthly, hellish thing is a hard head! Where is the man that is in earnest a Christian? Methinks men every where make but a trifle of their eternal state. They look after it but a little by the by; they do not make it the business of their lives.
If I were not sick myself of the same disease, with what tears should I mix this ink! With what groans should I express these complaints! And with what heart-grief should I mourn over this universal deadness!”
Pastor Richard Baxter