Before communion yesterday we sang the wonderful hymn “There Is a Fountain” by William Cowper. The second verse begins “The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in His day; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away” (The Baptist Hymnal, #142). How good it is to be reminded of the absolute sufficiency of Jesus’ atoning death for our salvation. The thief on the cross looks to the Lord, and he is welcomed into paradise.
Death-bed conversions are not, of course, recommended. How do you know if you will have the time to repent at the last minute? How do you know you will find repentance in your heart if you suppress the conviction of the Holy Spirit today? And even if you should, what a tragic and terrible thing to waste your life in sin, to wander in loneliness instead of walking with the Lord.
But nonetheless, how wonderful that the blood of Christ is efficacious to wash away all our sins and to save us–even at the last hour. It means hope for everyone, that while yet we live we may find the grace of God. And for the saint it means hope anew every day, that His grace is enough for us. How wonderful is the love of God, who picks up the broken pieces of our lives and makes us whole in Jesus Christ.