“A Day of Decision.” – Dwight Lyman Moody

I believe there is a day of decision in our lives—a day upon which the crisis of our lives occurs. There is a day when the Son of Man comes and stands at our heart and knocks and knocks for the last time and leaves us forever. I can imagine when Pilate was banished how this recollection troubled him day and night. He remembered how that Saviour had looked on him —how innocent He was; he remembered how, when the Jews were clamoring for His death, and the cry echoed through the streets of Jerusalem, “Crucify Him! crucify Him!” It seemed as if He had nothing but love for them. Probably some one told him the story of the crucifixion, and how when nailed to the cross and the howling mob around Him, He cried, “Father, forgive them; they know not what they do;” he remembered how they clamored for his life, and how he hadn’t the moral courage to stand up for the despised Nazarene, and that preyed upon his mind, and he put an end to his miserable existence.